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| it's your fault tokyo's gone now. | |
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| excuse me? i didn't give you the steele kick as a plaything. you fucked up on your own. | |
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| well you could've at least stuck some sort of warning on there. even a "remove before microwaving" sticker would've been enough to at least make me think before using it. but noooooo... | |
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| *sigh* i die for your sins, i give select few of you asswhooping powers, and you're still goddamn ingrates. no matter what i do, no matter what i do, it's never enough. | |
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| did your cross just fall over? oops. i should've known the instructions on a saw from satan were meant for naught but mischief. oh well. ciao. | |
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| my dad put you up to this, didn't he? what an asshole. fuck you god. | |
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