Dialoglog

TC: kInD oF lIkE a PrEtTy BiG mOtHeRfUcKiN dEaL mY mAn.

TC: nO

TC: ThIs TrOlL dIsEaSe CaLlEd FrIeNdShIp.

CCG: BUT THEN YOU NEED MAGIC FOR ANYWAY?

CCG: THIS IS RIDICULOUS. EVEN IF ONLY BRIEFLY, THEN IT CAN TOTALLY WORK, AND EVERYONE CAN GO POINT THEIR PROBING BUSYBODY SNIFFNODES UP THEIR OWN IMPERTINENT SEED FLAPS.

TC: all up in what's true behind the sweet murdermirth of the bitchin bloodcircus.

TC: FuUuUuCk, Im LiKe AlL mOvInG mY mOuTh AnD tHe WiCkEd NoIsE iS cOmInG oUt In ThE mEaN mOtHeRfUcKiN tImE i'M sUpPoSeD tO gEt In AnD gEt Up On ThIs BoTtLe Of FaYgO aNd SnAp ItS nEcK lIkE iM a FuCkIn PiE aNd We CaN pLaY.

TC: FuCk yEs, HeReS WhErE ThE SlAm tUrNs tO NoThIn bUt hOnKs...