…It really doesn't matter which one it is.

NOT-
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Dammit! I can't type fast enough with these tiny, chicken-grease smeared fingers!

Dammit!

Now let's not rule anything out just yet. Let the man finish.

Tusk!

That's a nasty covfefe you have there. Would you like me to sluate it for you?

Only sluate flavoured ice cream will be served.

They said they're going to "sluate everyone involved". Should we contact the authorities?

Allow me to your sluate your comment.

"Sluate"?

There is a point at which a shared universe becomes a flaw, not a feature.

This comment belongs in Savage Love.

Eh, she's fun. I treat her like girl Hercules. She lets writers tell goofier stories with low stakes, and that earns her devoted fans who are sick of the grim-and-gritty-Alan-Moore-without-the-talent stuff which has become the norm.

Yeah, well- JESUS, WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOUR HEAD?!?

(Faints dead away)

We demand more huge pricks!

Why am I supposed to be despairing? That was awesome!

When I saw the snow in the picture and read it was similar to Sicario, I assumed it would be set on the Canadian border.

Sadly, there's only one way to find out how delicious you are.

Well done. I was going to say Sam Worthington, but still, well done.