Day 34
Keep coming back smaller and smaller and smaller...
YEE HAW
GIIRyudo prepares the Porkchops of Sorrow, and gets all caught up in the moment. ObMeiste gives him some CRAZY EYES
CRAYYZEEE EEEYEEES
So vile.
Couple hours later, Duey stands around bitching about the mess for 10 minutes straight, then finally breaks down and starts picking up.
The Porkchops of Sorrow apparently were too much for GIIR to complete.
The game must've bugged after Cyrai's bath because she's been wearing this pixel shield bib for six hours.
Heh.
Let's hope he wipes off the pixel shield too.
No. This is pretty stupid. As of this point, I have also closed the game and reopened it.
JESUS FUCKING GOD
Would you take your crazy elsewhere? The baby's trying to sleep.
The Porkchops of Sorrow commence decomposition.
He was playing with Soulfucker...
and I decided to pan around for a spot put the camera and wait for a better action shot of him interacting with the toy.
So I settled on this spot here...
Then he snaps his head right facing at the camera.
This is just getting raw creepy.
Hey! No more pixelbib.
"I KNOW YOU LITTLE LEPPERCHAUNS GOT THE GOL' IN YE. SPITS IT OUT! WE'RE BE RICH I TELLS YE NOW SPIT IT OUT DAMN YE LITTLE GREEN FIEND..."
"FOINE THEN BACK INNA THE HEAVENS WHENCE YE CAME YE GREEN FUKKEN BURDEN! NO GOLD! AN TE THINK I PASSED YE LIKE A NIGHTMARISH KIDNEYSTONE FOR NOTHIN!"
How's Rathen feeling?
Well that depends.
How nice, Ob's engaging in an activity that doesn't involve either complaining at the heavens, pissing his pants, or crying.
They just cannot keep this kitchen clean.
Doesn't it feel like just yesterday, that little FG was splashing around in Death Toilet's septic, emerald maw?
Meeeeemorieeeees...
The camera spontaneously pans, and...
Now really, what you guys are all majorly missing out on, are the cavalcade of 'old man joy noises' these two are grunting back and forth at eachother. It was like those old Bartles & James commercials going very, very badly.
Well, we at least know who's the total queen in this pair-up.
GIIRyudo finally does dinner the smart way- use the processor and not the range.
I wish changing presidents were this easy.
All this scene needs is a satanic midget and pow instant David Lynch.
Crying is the new sinkbathing.
"Look, random pseudopolynesian randomly generated swimsuit wearing intruder I do not know WHAT the fuck you are talking about thank you kindly."
And an extreme close up for good measure. Looks like a lobster just pinched his scrotum.
This is how Rathen helps with homework. Standing there, staring into space behind Ripley, rocking on his heels. He probably contributes a "study hard or wind up like me" vibe.
I wonder what the hell it is with that spot and Ripley / homework. Just odd.
NO OB DO NOT TOUCH THE PORKCHOPS OF SORROW!
This is one of those images that speaks for itself.
ObMeiste is like the best old man EVER.
This is par for the course really, but one thing you should be advised of, they're making these deep old men passion groans that are curdling my entire gastrointestinal tract.
While the homos are distracted, Rathen swoops in and steals the Porkchops of Sorrow.
ObMeiste puts in a tv dinner,
...and Duey cannot restrain himself at the sight of his wife-to-be, being such a model kitchen-bitch.
Oh woe upon humanity for the Porkchops of Sorrow have passed mens' lips and sealed our fate. These sins shall surely be visited upon the chil
AHAHAHA RETARDS!
oh shit
oh shit
What the fuck. Did they just burn to death?
I guess so...
So here they are all crying, the flaming homosexuals now homosexual flambe, and then I hear...
O hey look the aborigine that vaguely looks like Fez from That 70's Show is still around. He's all, 'alas poor ObMeiste we knew ye not' and I'm all "OF COURSE YOU KNEW HIM NOT WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?"
