PM?: Grab the soiled toilet.
You begrudgingly concede a single textbook deployment of the guide when she carries her little pail around like that. The messages start piling up.
GAMZEE: MADE YOUR WHOLE CREW OF JOKERS GET TO BEING KINDA MENTALLY MOTHER FUCKIN NINJALICIOUS HO-TITTY MIRACLE JACKED UP IN THIS BITCH ASS MOTHER FU--
GAMZEE: No No BrO, i DoN't KnOw WhAt Of FuCkIn WhAt CoLoR iS wHaT, sO i DoN't WaNnA kNoW, dOn'T eVeN tElL mE.
GAMZEE: mOtHeRfUcK mY bRoThEr, Im So SoRrY i KiNd Of MiScHiEf Do YoU kNoW tHaT?
GAMZEE: but it's all your fault.
GAMZEE: IT'S ALL YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN THINK PAN.
Let us never speak of his agents. It is dangerous enough as it was going to meet the lusus you mean dog.
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