The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Jekyll
I had been changed into the hideous Mister Jekyll. That’s right... I WAS NO LONGER A DOCTOR!!!
I had been changed into the hideous Mister Jekyll. That’s right... I WAS NO LONGER A DOCTOR!!!
I’m sorry you have broader personal or political issues you haven’t resolved, but those have nothing to do with the ways I’ve been killing you guys.
I decide not to say “please” or “thank you” and I’m immediately pummeled to death by a diner waitress.
I'll cut to the chase. The tunnel was too long and the light at the end was not bright enough.
I know, it’s fucked up. And I do not envy whoever has to go toe-to-toe with that buffalo of a man.
We mourn the loss of Avocado, survived by literally everything else in the kitchen.
I have trouble putting something as heavy as this into words, so I’ll send my sympathies in the best way I know how.
We will cover all the fundamentals, from color and composition to bloodstain patterns and anatomy.
We’re living in a day and age where kids think they can trash talk a member of the Royal Family on Fortnite.
I murdered your wife, and you got pretty mad at me for doing that. We’ll call that one a tie. We’re both people!
The Desert Escape: Run into the desert. There, you’ll meet a snake. Name the snake. Name him Benjamin. Benjamin will bite you, but don’t cry out.
Intellectual property is precious and hard to find, just like Tracy’s body.