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[Dark Pickle]

Those beards always freaked me out for some reason...

 

[Dr Dave]

They could be hiding something in them.

 

[Dark Pickle]

EXACTLY! :shock:

 

[Dr Dave]

Like um... an I-Phone!

 

[Dark Pickle]

Or gooey chocolate chip cookies!

 

[Kitty]

Theres a yummy cookie living under my dresser. The bastard wont gimme his cell number. He must be a fig newton, that limey fucktard.

 

[Dr Dave]

You have a cookie that talks to you?

 

[Kitty]

Yeah, is that weird? You dont have a cookie that talks to you?

 

[Dr Dave]

It is odd, you might want to see somebody about that.

 

[Kitty]

Would pillz help convince the newton to fork over its cell number?

 

[Dr Dave]

Not likely.

 

[Kitty]

..... damn.