You’ve finally found a use for all these loitering pastries: DEAD WEIGHT.
Can’t wait for them to get pushed out of your sylladex and hit you in the face for comic purposes.
THIS THING IS GOING TO GET HIM KILLED! And look at that! He is not even phased, just disappointed. Anyway your haircut was already an abomination, John.
Oh good lord.
THAT BEAUTIFUL FACE.
You wish the RAZOR would have failed to launch.
HOW ABOUT WISHING NOTHING SHARP STABS YOU WHILE YOU MESS AROUND WITH THINGS, INSTEAD??!!
You kind of deserved this. I hate to say it.
I’m kind of enjoying this… a lot. Sweet, sweet revenge.
