hey monique! you know voodoo dolls? well i just managed to cast a voodoo spell on a scale replica of the city of new orleans. fascinating | and the best bit is, that it’s entirely covered in teflon. i just need to hose it off and it’s as good as new. | voodoo, yeesh! like that would ever work. |
i eat the flesh of babies, i store their souls in bottles... yeha. | usually, i’ll wash it down with the blood of kittens... that’s nice. | i love you. what!?!?! |
heh. hmm? | pussy. huh? pussy. | i don’t get it. and you never will. classy. |
remember you promised to give the stars to me, hajiki oh lord, not more anime!! it’s pronounced ah-nih-meh | i can’t believe you enjoy that girlish nonsense. girlish!!?? yeah! my god! if ’neighbours’ had killer robots you’d probably watch that too. | in my opinion, the only things that would improve that show are killer robots. |
well, strange old scientist, my friends and our dog ’scooby’ are planning on spending the night in the old abandoned hologram factory. | the hologram factory? why, you don’t want to go there. that place is haunted. | these new episodes of ’scooby doo’ are very, very predictable don’t tell me!! |
do you think i could be a successful pole dancer? what? that’s ridiculous,.. you’re not polish | i meant a table top dancer. hey! | people have to eat off there. don’t even joke about a thing like that. it’s going to be hard to dance around a pole that’s wrapped around your pointy little head. i recognise this song. |
*sigh* what’s up? somebody quayed my car. | what’s the problem? that sort of stuff will just buff right out. you’ve got the stuff in your garage. | they didn’t ’key’ my car, they dropped it in the bay. |