Preshit:
I got this!
Preshit:
Right behind you!
Preshit:
Listen, we've got to beat that team.
Preshit:
Bhrrr...
Preshit:
You've got fair cheeks son. What cream?
Preshit:
Hey, what's that?
Preshit:
Nice dentures, dude.
Preshit:
Hey, your elbow tastes good.
Preshit:
Mummy... :(
Preshit:
Umm... !?
Preshit:
Gee
Preshit:
Roar!
Preshit:
Come here you punk!
Preshit:
I can't believe I had to stoop so low for this
Preshit:
My Precioussss...
Preshit:
Yummm...
Preshit:
Dude, you scared me!
Preshit:
Through the iPhone