Oh, THERE you are, Theresa!
See, Theresa? You brought that gun for a reason. Because you knew, in your heart of hearts, that a giant amalgam melty button headed arms dealer would backhand your girlfriend into a tree after giving her a haircut. I mean, who DIDN'T see that coming? Am I right? What do you think? Should Chrys just shave it all off and rock the GI Jane look? See you Thursday! |
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Where do you shoot a button-headed creature that comes apart and is still talking with half of one of its faces melted? Devil power, don't fail her now!