mikl-em:
Mr Chin in the Cropping Room with a Blur Gun
mikl-em:
really? a degree in theater?
mikl-em:
maybe something from my crime rack over here
mikl-em:
this is made of fire
mikl-em:
how did i get into this room all of a sudden
mikl-em:
time share? really.
mikl-em:
I farted.
mikl-em:
In the what room with the WHAT!?!
mikl-em:
good god, man! what about the children?
mikl-em:
really, gravity does that?
mikl-em:
the bar is so far away
mikl-em:
Miss Midnight has a nightcap and she knows how to use it
mikl-em:
for my next trick...
mikl-em:
do you have your 3-D glasses on?
mikl-em:
i think i just drank surly juice
mikl-em:
quick medication break
mikl-em:
there is wisdom in the quails
mikl-em:
i developed a resistance to that poison over many years...
mikl-em:
i could totally kill a dude with this horse's ears
mikl-em:
one day my horses will come to life
mikl-em:
I could totally douse you with this from here
mikl-em:
the cushion gets the point
mikl-em:
all this murder stuff... I grow weary
mikl-em:
that's right, I don't want to have to hit you, but...
mikl-em:
if I were going to choose one umbrella to strike you down with then it would be this one, thank you very much
mikl-em:
I need to get one of those things for arrows
mikl-em:
she's pretty, huh?
mikl-em:
yes, yes, you should be afraid
