Mr. Flibble:
OMG... Thankyouverymuch!
Mr. Flibble:
This wasn't how it was meant to end
Mr. Flibble:
I was never any good at Movember
Mr. Flibble:
Giving you those puppy dog eyes
Mr. Flibble:
Everything's normal. Nothing to see here. Move along now.
Mr. Flibble:
Weary
Mr. Flibble:
Maybe I wasn't fully prepared for the fight
Mr. Flibble:
And all the things I used to see...
Mr. Flibble:
An experienced user of the Ear-o-Tron 2000 can achieve a 53% ear cleaning success rate
Mr. Flibble:
It was the last time they had a relay race in the nuclear reactor
Mr. Flibble:
So I can put you down for a copy of my book... yes?
Mr. Flibble:
The daily swim in the purification tanks of sector K9
Mr. Flibble:
The day they realised they needed to introduce drug testing at clown school
Mr. Flibble:
Weddings in sector C9 of the decontamination ward were always special
Mr. Flibble:
The mysterious case of the mysterious case
Mr. Flibble:
And then the Flibblizer gun became sentient
Mr. Flibble:
Wanna play with me?
Mr. Flibble:
The somewhat unexpected sudden onset of winter
Mr. Flibble:
Need Love
Mr. Flibble:
International Face of Ace 2012
Mr. Flibble:
The other Cinderella
Mr. Flibble:
When self-improvement books go wrong...
Mr. Flibble:
I must not drink lead paint
Mr. Flibble:
The moment you discover it's not lead paint anymore
Mr. Flibble:
Will you support Mr Flibble's book?
Mr. Flibble:
My book, "I Drink Lead Paint" is on Kickstarter
Mr. Flibble:
730/730: And so I turned the key leftish and a bit right...
Mr. Flibble:
729/730: And as I inserted the key... it felt like it could turn either way...
Mr. Flibble:
728/730: And then I found a key...
Mr. Flibble:
727/730: The brain-scrubbing contamination police
