THE GOOD NEWS IS THAT I'VE MANAGED TO WASH UP ON THE SHORE OF... THE LOUDEST FUCKING CITY I'VE EVER BEEN TO. SWEET SCREAMING YODELHORDES OF HELL, THIS PLACE IS INSANE. A CARAPICIAN WHO REEKED OF CIGARETTES WAS *LOUDLY* INSISTING THAT I STAY AT HIS CUPE AND CONSUMABLES LAST LIGHT, AND FOR LACK OF ANY WAY OUT OF THIS SHITHIVE TOWN, I DID. ... I DID NOT HAVE A LOADED GUN IN MY SYLLADEX, LAST I CHECKED.
congratulations on the gun
I DON'T FUCKING WANT IT. I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO *USE* THIS THING.
its a gun kar easiest thin to use if you aint an empty panned moron wwhat model is it
I KNOW *HOW* THE INHERENT MECHANISM WORKS, SHITSTICK. IT SHOULDN'T BE IN MY SYLLADEX TO BEGIN WITH. IT SHOULDN'T HAVE MY *FINGERPRINTS* ON IT, EITHER. ... OH, FUCK. UH. I NEED TO FIND SOMETHING TO WIPE THIS DOWN WITH.
ok wwell i think your lifes suddenly gone from bein mildly funny to bein a straight up jester center