Janet! Chrissy! Jack! The rent is due!
I got my eye on you, Tripper.
“Oh really, parking meter? Really? I must respectfully disagr- What? Oh yeah, you try it, buddy! I’m right here!”
he has the soul sapped scientologist look
When he sold his soul to Scientology, he should have negotiated the extended warranty.
“I don’t know who you people are, but if you don’t leave, my dog Igor here will tear you apart. I swear to Golly…”
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