 Occupant: Today, six mil might buy him a prosthetic nipple and half the users manual. |  AgentQ: Steve was in a really bad mood, so bad that even his happy box didn't cheer him up. |  Occupant: Not tonight, I've got a bionic headache  HanoverF: "Are you farting in the orange juice?"
"Not completely intentionally."  AgentQ: "Say, maybe later tonight you and I should get together and-" "I keep telling you, Mr. Austin, I am a little boy." "And I keep telling you that that's not a problem."  Agent_Moldy: "Remove bionic ankle." *bzzzzz* "Butterfingers!"  Reynard: *eyes snap open* "I know bionic kung fu."  AgentQ: An unexpected consequence of forcing Steve to shave his 'stache and button up his shirt a little bit was that his hairy essence took on an independent corporeal form and went off on a terrifying rampage.  TyrannosaurisRex: o/' You're just to good to me true. Can't take my eye off of you. o/'  TyrannosaurisRex: "Let's go to my place and crumple Wheat Thins into my chest hair."  Jiveguy5: "Jesus would you just button your shirt you're makin' us all sick!" Agent_Moldy: "Bigfoot report outside Springfield Isotope locker room. Talk to coach if can."  GodoHell: *Steve smashes boxes and barrels, looking for ammo and health packs*  Occupant: Don Martin's "One Fine Day at Dow" SPLADUNKA! BLOOSH! FLEEEEEE!  AgentQ: "Are you fuckin' happy now? Gggggyyyrrrreeaaggh OH MY GOD IT ITCHES!" *tears shirt off* *hair fills the room* Reynard: I was stuck behind one of these RVs once for three hours because it takes up two lanes. Friggin' ridiculous.  shanky: Operation E.L.O.  GodoHell: *stomps Sci-Fi logo into the ground*  UnReality: Sadly, Bigfoot lost the job as stage manager when, while taking a crap in the corner and then gutting a fish with his teeth, he forgot to dim the house lights. JediClone: "I TOLD YOU KIDS TO STOP PLAYING WITH THE THERMOSTAT!" "Not all of us are covered in nastly old man-carpet, Dad!"  jammer427: "No tingle. No work. You rip Bigfoot off!"  echostation: "All right, I'm sick of you guys staring at that footage of my wife walking along the creek bed. I know she's got big swinging titties, but seriously, you guys should show a little tact."  AgentQ: Fortunately, Kris Kristofferson's foray into disco music was short-lived.  Reynard: "How is my son, Doctor Bronson?" "I killed him." "WHAT?!" "He was a punk." |
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