It's currently 3 fucking pm in the afternoon.

I'D LIKE SOME SUN, PLEASE.

Chocolate.

Tons of it.

I repeat. TONS OF CHOCOLATE.

My life is complete. YES.

Gotta fuckin' love this place, yo! YOU'RE FORGIVEN FOR THE ZOMBIES.

Sweet fuckin' Shiva. Is it raining what I think it's raining?!

Right, so we don't have clothes.

Not like I care.

I'M STILL SEXIER THAN ALL YOU BITCHES, YO.

.... Uh.

When did we get goats in the break room? Did you guys do a makeover? Sheesh, why the fuck don't I get told of these things?