“Firewater: The melody came to me one night when I was getting super, super, SUPER baked. Like fuck-a-guy, baked. You know what I'm saying? [Frank shakes his head no] Yeah, he does. The song had a great hook and it caught on, I mean, you know... In time, everyone accepted this false truth. But over…”Tagged: Distraction, devoured, Fuck, Extermination, juiceicide
“Douche: What's up, little juicy box? You're leaking too, eh bro? And right out of your fucking dingle. Fucking sucks, right? Juice Box: Dying...so cold... Douche: [notices that the juice box is leaking, he gets an idea] Uh-oh. Light bulb. Light Bulb: Yes? Douche: No. Not fucking you, dummy.”Tagged: Dummy, Fuck
“Druggie: [drugged, seeing the food alive] Mr. Sausage, when will it end? Beer Can: When will it end? When he stops drinking us! Krinkler's Chips, Sandwich, Pop Tart, Tickilish Licorice: Yeah! Cookies: And stops eating us! Sandwich: Same here! Pop Tart: Fuck yeah! Toilet Paper: And when he stops…”Tagged: Fuck, eating, Cannibalism