CG: GAMZEE, WHAT ARE YOU SITTING ON?
TC: nothing you ought up and get your worry on about, bro.CG: THERE IS LITERALLY NOTHING THAT YOU DO THAT I CAN’T WORRY ABOUT, THIS INCLUDES WHAT YOU SIT ON NOW GET UP.
TC: WHATEVER YOU MOTHERFUCKING SAY, BROTHER.
CG: OH. WELL WHATEVER, JUST A SHIR— *OH MY GOD WHAT DID YOU DO YOU CLOWNISH FREAK OF NATURE?!* JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE GETTING HEALTHIER DOESN’T MEAN YOU CAN USE YOUR NEWFOUND MUSCLE MASS TO RIP MY SHIRTS TO CHANNEL YOUR MURDEROUS URGES UNTO DEFENSELESS COTTON-BASED CLOTHING.
TC: man this shit all has itself spun as a motherfucking accident, no mistruths here.
CG: FINE, THEN I’LL *ACCIDENTALLY* THROW YOUR HORNS INTO MY DEATHTRAP OF A MODUS.
TC: AWW MAN, THAT AIN’T MOTHERFUCKING COOL. :o(
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