I think so. He looks pissed.

Uh, What do we do?

I'll use my Barrett. No prob.

*KA-PWSHAAAAM!*

Can I have some help cleaning these demon brains off the wall?

Sure. *throws a mop at steak*

Well, should we go back home, then?

I guess so. They won't mind that i borrowed a lot of their stuff.

Why does almost everything we ever do end with blood and gore on the walls?

What fun would it be without blood and gore?

Was that a rhetorical question?

It wasn't but I do believe you have a point.

Where to now? Anymore neighbors to visit?

No, sorry.

Wanna catch a movie?

Sounds good.

Although, what would we see?

You pick the movie.

No, not that movie. Not that one either. What do you mean "there are no more movies"?

I don't know about going to the cinema, but your face is funny enough to be a feature length film.

Oh, I'm just jo-Ren? REN? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

Sawing your leg off.

Why do you ask?

Because you're getting blood in the popcorn.

Will you two ever get along?

Not until of us gets what we want. And you know what we want.

Now where did I put that spare leg?

The one under your bed? Sorry, I burned it.
_{Yes, Vee... You know what we want. Only you can give it to us...}

GIVE US OUR COOKIES!

Hey, how much do you like your pets?

I love my kitteh.

Why do you ask?

Because your cat is playing inside the microwave. Don't ask me how it got in there, or how it turned the microwave on.

That's too bad. Need a drink?

Yeah, You know my favourite drinks too.

Should i pay for this round?

No, it's OK. I'll pay.

Well, this is a little strong, right Vee? Vee? Why are you twitching around on the floor?

I think that's a mating dance.

Can you cheer me up after the microwave-based death of my kitteh?

Sure. Here are pictures of me and Vee after the mating dance.
_{Don't we make such a cute couple? My favorite is this one of us mopping the floor together.}

Wait, what did you think we were doing?

Sorry, would you prefer flaming chainsaw juggling?

*Gasp* Too...much...vodka...Wait did someone say flaming chainsaw juggling?

Is that Photoshopped?

Yeah.

How is it even possible to be that flexible? Talk about power-mopping.

Actually, Years of practice in the Himalayan mountains.

Wait, does that mean, it isn't photoshopped?

Haha, tricked you.

Know any other uses for that flexibilty?
Heh? Heh? *points to bedroom*

I indeed do...But wouldn't you like to know?

Huh, what are you doing now?

What? *looks down* Oh, that. Erm... I'm sorry, I just got excited when you said that.

But is that a bad thing?

It just seems I should choose my words more carefully. And whether it's a bad thing depends on the person.

Do you still lack discipline or should i drop the therapy?

I lack it. Lack s- NO. BAD STEAK.

Who set my glasses on fire?

Sorry my eyes spontainiously combusted

Is there medicine for that?

I'm working on it now, but the squirrels are being uncooperative.

Um, can you see without them?

A little bit.

Now where did I put my contacts?

Er I don't know, hold and I'll ask him. "Hey"....*voice suddenly stops and I realise my tounge and voice box are missing*.

Alright guys very funny, now who took them?

Me. I was hungry.

Will you ever forgive me?

Probably. Though, just ask for a sandwich next time.

Did you take anything else?

Hold on let me ask the rooster. "uh huh, yes rooster I understand, ok then." *The rooster says he's fucked.

How does that make him feel?