#rixon

Vee: I came at you with raw feeling. Rixon: You grabbed my dick and hissed at me.

Rixon: Patch is even wearing his formal leather jacket. Patch: It’s the one without any blood on it.

Patch: I’m sorry for all the stuff I said. Rixon: And for punching me in the face, right? Patch: No, you definitely deserved that.

Glorious comrades, we would like to say that we have not been fiddling around with highly expiremental time-altering technology, and we would never test it out on the political enemies of the UASR. On an entirely unrelated note, television and radio broadcasts from the USA have shut off due to... umm... uhh.... electromagnetic wave rationing.

Rixon: Hey Patch, can I ask you a question? Patch: Yeah. Rixon: Why are we lying on the ground? Patch: You got knocked out, so I laid down next to you so people would just think we’re chilling.

We would like to congratulate socialist hero Mr. Strange for destroying the evil capitalist monster, the croaker! Enemies from the west seek to destroy our perfect republic, and comrade Strange has prevailed in vanquishing one of the most powerful of these monsters. A statue will be erected in honour of comrade Strange, and bread rations will be increased to 80 grams a day. Glory to UASR, comrades!