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“WHAT THE FUCK DID IT DO?”

"DID YOU TOUCH MY HAIR!?"

“Noooooooooo…?”

"YOU RUIN MY HAIR. YOU STEAL MY HAT. YOU EAT MY FOOD."

“WHAT THE FUCK DID IT DO?”

"DID YOU TOUCH MY HAIR!?"

"Holy shit Karthus is a TWINK."

“I guess he took a nose surgery without us knowing.”

"HE GOT FUCKIN', EVERYTHING SURGERY! THIS IS WHY I HAVEN'T BEEN PAID IN A WHOLE ASS YEAR!"

“Maybe they finally managed to attach his dick back...”

"I AM NO LONGER INTERESTED IN THIS CONVERSATION." Ragnarocks out the living room wall.

"Holy shit Karthus is a TWINK."

“I guess he took a nose surgery without us knowing.”

"HE GOT FUCKIN', EVERYTHING SURGERY! THIS IS WHY I HAVEN'T BEEN PAID IN A WHOLE ASS YEAR!"

"BETTER NOT BE ME! I LOOK HOT AS FUCK!"

“Who gave Karthus some twink juice..”

“WHO THE FUCK IS THIS NEW GUY?”

“I have absolutely no idea.. Anyone know him? Who the hell invited him?”

“HE THE NEW GUITARIST? DID MORDE FUCKIN’ DIE?”

“Oh he is not dead he is..” She gestured towards Mord, “He is wearing an armor..”

"He found a fuckin' shirt finally?"

“Who gave Karthus some twink juice..”

“WHO THE FUCK IS THIS NEW GUY?”

“I have absolutely no idea.. Anyone know him? Who the hell invited him?”

"HE THE NEW GUITARIST? DID MORDE FUCKIN' DIE?"

“Who gave Karthus some twink juice..”

"WHO THE FUCK IS THIS NEW GUY?"

// Olaf looks like he passed out to blueberry soup.

"MY HAIR!"