Don’t you hate it when you get your blades of chaos tangled in an adamantium ribcage?
Sometimes I write jokes and then I stare at them until I’m not sure if they’re actually jokes anymore or not. Just watch this turn into a really abstract setup for a gag about bubble tea.
What are you doing Commander don’t give him a car. Don’t you know there’s only one motor vehicle in Kanto and no one knows how to move it?