“The boss here says that you gotta pay here and now or he’s gonna break your legs at the hips and fuck you in half.”

“All he did was grunt!”

“I can understand him.”

“I still insist that Pig-Head Lincoln isn’t really the one in charge here. He’s just some tall clone with a hog’s head mod, and he’s secretly controlled through tronix in your brain ( Read more... )

That makes absolutely no fucking sense whatsoever ( Read more... )