Panschi: | Welp, gotta push on. Who knows what evil stuff might happen here if I don't? |
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Panschi: | Clearly this town's a front for the illegal rhubarb trade. Hear it's especially ruthless, even among greengrocers. |
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Jezebel: | Alright, enough with the stupid monologues! |
Panschi: | Ah, been wonderin' when you'd show up. |
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Bird: | Wonder no longer, Sir! You are on private property, and I'm afraid this is the end of your excursion! |
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Panschi: | Huh, looks like I got all three of the Stooges. How nice. Which one of you is Curly? |
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Panschi: | But I digress. You guys fryin' people's brains, huh? Did ya try it on yerselves, or was the sample mass too small? |
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Adkins: | Hey, man... That's really rude, you know? |
Bird: | This was supposed to be a happy place! |