I think Gio might be able to fry you an entire goddamn cow.

Hometown Axe Massacre.

Perchance.

No... otherwise I'd have to rip out my eyes, he's very touchy about those who get a good long look at him.

"None of this is fair, the way things are down here!"

Mr. Broadside is just a flesh mass now by the way. So glop is a pretty accurate descriptor.

I once heard these in a song named S'Muaterl, you may know it, you may not. I personally view it as a song about the unfairness of God's actions, and the effects it has on those still within the mortal plane.

A certain someone liked it very much, and eventually experienced the very same unfairness.

She left.

Who's that handsome rabbit?

I know that face! it looks so familiar.

I know that face, for sure.

About that.

I know that face.

Hey... who's that down there... huh...