"-snaps to cloud- I just got chucked by someone else's boss because she didn't show up for work, THEN some guy in tinfoil said a things about... the G word, and THEN he threatened to beat someone to death! So no, I'm NOT alright, thank you very much!"
-dragged-
"-is about to hells fang a bitch-"
edited 12th Jun '14 8:50:14 PM by trip
The shit they don't want you to know.
You ever been sitting around doing nothing in particular and you get the distinct feeling that a fucking weird green face is looking into your house through a window you can't see?
That kinda shit's my jurisdiction.
-He purchases BUBBLEGUM for Junon and FAGGY MINT SHIT for Dizzy-
edited 12th Jun '14 8:59:28 PM by MacDuffy
-Is still around-
-Is also still around-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Looks at Ragna-
Oh.
You were raped by ghosts as a kid. Is my diagnosis.
Didn't think they started that young. Ghosts are fucking assholes.
That's why the world needs dudes like me, to uncover the truth behind this shit. To prove that it's scientific fact that shit that doesn't exist exists.
And also, if the situation calls for it, to totally flip out and beat the shit out of ghosts and/or aliens.
I'm not saying it's necessary, but if I was, like, backed into a corner or something, I'd totally be able to do it. You should see how I handle nunchucks, man, seriously.
edited 12th Jun '14 9:05:04 PM by MacDuffy
Hey, look, I'm not racist against ghosts or anything.
It's just that, through a series of personal experiences coupled with extensive scientific research, I can prove that Ghosts as a whole are all fucking assholes.
If we committed genocide on, like, ninety-seven percent of the ghost population, I guarantee you human living standards would improve substantially.
It's a dangerous world of unknowns out there and most of us don't even know about it. You could just melt on a molecular level five seconds from now and no one would know why.
edited 12th Jun '14 9:10:33 PM by MacDuffy

Nah. I can't let this mistake slide. I live by a strict code of honor, you see. Samurai shit. And Bulletpoint Three of that code is "Thou shalt not mistake a mutant babe with ass for days for an alien and not provide some sort of compensation in return."
It's in the Bible.
SO. I'm gonna provide a peace offering. Mend the broken bonds between us.
Follow me to the gas station, I'll buy you some gum.
-OFF HE WALKS-
-with Ragna in tow-
edited 12th Jun '14 8:50:41 PM by MacDuffy