Die in a fire, you son of a bitch. You’re finally dead.
I could beat your level with my eyes closed now, and I hope your corpse is slowly devoured by robo-maggots.
Die in a fire, you son of a bitch. You’re finally dead.
I could beat your level with my eyes closed now, and I hope your corpse is slowly devoured by robo-maggots.
subhumanzoids 
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The Count’s Cereal BowlFirst and foremost I’d like to thank Patrick R. (for biggest Roob I know) Sanders for helping me buy an acoustic guitar.My neighbor told me it sounds like something Little Richard would use for a song about jokes.