The wimmens are always lookin' fer menfolk t' do the heavy liftin' fer 'em.
I'm a writer, and a preacher. All my muscles are in my brain. The rest of me is a slug.
(maybe literally given time and the effects if certain, um, rituals)
Over where?It was probably that chihuahua over there.
Oh, goodie. We ain't had a ritual sacrifice here in ever so long.<starts oozing toward Tiz Mee>
She's out cold. She'll do...
...for a ritual sacrifice, of course.
What'd you pervs think I was thinking?
<starts oozing toward Tiz Mee>
She's out cold. She'll do...
...for a ritual sacrifice, of course.
What'd you pervs think I was thinking?
Over where?
Oh, goodie. We ain't had a ritual sacrifice here in ever so long.
Evil? I thought you were Wicked.
True. On the other hand your son should know you pretty well.Evil must be a step higher than Wicked. You know how kids exaggerate.
True. On the other hand your son should know you pretty well.