I was just gonna say that!
So I'll settle for "I'm still taller than he is, nyah nyah"
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I was just gonna say that!
So I'll settle for "I'm still taller than he is, nyah nyah"
So I'll settle for "I'm still taller than he is, nyah nyah"
But no one does the peanut butter, glitter, and cutting oneself thing better.
I don't have a file.
Of course not.
::nudges folder under the couch with his toe::
But no one does the peanut butter, glitter, and cutting oneself thing better.
He's got that market cornered.
He's got that market cornered.
Also, being used as a mop when passed out.
I'd rather have a Hec file than an FBI one. But if things go on as they have, I'll probably have both.Eventually.
he has no body fat, he's just guh.
I don't have a file.
Of course not.
::nudges folder under the couch with his toe::
Look, I established long ago that The Hec Files are a myth.
They're arcane notes scribbled on the backs of paper plates from carryout restaurants.
I bet he still keeps it all, though. Man remembers too much otherwise.
I bet he still keeps it all, though.
Oh, definitely. Kinda shoved under the couch. But I just wanted to dispell the myth of actual files proper. There's a mysterious coding system -- pizza sauce means one thing, plum sauce another, and curry -- well, we won't speak of that.
and curry -- well, we won't speak of that.
::dips Teppy's file in curry::