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Ew, what? No! Look I'm sorry I walked in on you and your business here, but that's just wrong, man.
Oh wait, it's just you.
This guy here is O'Chunks. His favorite food is chunky salsa, and he loves whiskey on the rocks, but only because of the ice cubes in it. Also, you can't tell from these pictures, but he has a pretty catchy theme song.
"You have his distinctive scent of facial moisturizer and burnt waffles on you."
"Chunkin' punks is me game!"
"An' together we count many things. Lookit me thumb an' index finger, tah-gether they make two! I'm his math tutor on the side, yer see!"
Ham sounds good about now. This desert has a way of making one pretty hungry.
Well aren't you a goddamn tease.
It's ok, pal. You can take your time. The plot isn't going anywhere.
Oh my god, stop mentioning food, I'm gonna call foul!
Well, he's trying to be a credible threat, and failing horribly, but she probably means his plan or something. Just to clarify before you answer.
Yeah, this is actually a pretty apt way of describing Bleck's plan.
Yes, giant turtle monsters marrying princesses is what I would describe as "order".
"Right yeh are, lad! He writes stories of dem bein' all cuddly an' den plays house with his lil' dolls in his closet an' all. So cute, innit?"
"'Specially now dat yer know aboot his doll 'abits!"
I don't know, I think Merlon is pretty terrifying.
"Well, I meant actual enemies, not... whatever your issue is with people."
Oh.
Yes, I need to know more about this guy. Like, what products is he using for his beard.
Actually, ask him that first.
And thus the beating of the ages begins.
Apologies for my terrible scottish accent impression.