Make you cum a few times, then make you dinner. You know, romantic shit.
Jared:
Jason, moon of my life?!
Me:
Jared, the sun of my stars!?
Anyone want to take this sexy kitty home, she’s free.
GODDAMMIT SHARRON! SHUT UP, SHARRON! WE ARE GOING TO THE MARKET TOMORROW, SHARRON!
Brad:
{Scum} is getting hot!
Jeff:
Ew. Gross. Nothing like some hot scum. A little in the morning...
Ego:
Secure the area. We can't leave any bad guys here.
Jeff:
What the fuck do you think I'm doing?
We have the…horrible Steam-clone, versus a pile of cheese, which is…always fun…
This looks like a sex-torture dungeon. Is this a sex-torture dungeon?
What are we looking for? Octo-vamp? Vamp-topuss?
‘Lester?’ is that a GERMAN NAME!?
AH! The Fetus of God is going nuts back there!
TEN MINUTES, SHUT IT DOWN! BOAT DRINKS!
I wrote my Master’s thesis on the Second Mouth…I ugh…would know if those are Xenomorphs.
He’s just getting so mad at how hard it is to get the shampoo out of the bottle with one hand.”
“Is that a euphemism?
