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Hate. So much hate.

It's so much fun to screw with George's head.

Not only was I dragged off from my nice Acapulco, with those really nice boobs girls....again, but it wasn't by my brother or his buddies, oh no, it was Dr. Wily of all people ( Read more... )

*leans against a wall, waiting for George to show up...he knows that it won't be long*

Now that I've gone through all of the new commentary on B&G, I've come across quite a few interesting things about Bob. I thought that I'd put them up here so that I don't forget...I'll probably add more later as I remember it ( Read more... )

In bars frequented by colossal death robots, you're always the quiet guy at the back who no-one ever bothers. And for good reason. You've fought in several nuclear wars, could beat the sun in a staring match, and have a chin larger than many articles of furniture. Morals are not a concept you understand, but strangely enough, nobody ever questions ( Read more... )

Maybe I should have asked about hangover cures instead. Getting smashed three nights in a row wasn't the best idea I ever had, that's for sure.

My head hurts.

I need to find George...stupid brother always wandering off and getting kidnapped and such. *mutters*

*Roberta slumps in, looking dejected ( Read more... )

I am so bored.

I'm about to go fucking insane. Not that I'm sane now, but you get the point. George is still hiding, nobody's been around to harrass me, or to talk to me, or beg for my mercy or anything lately.

God, what can I do that doesn't involve killing or attacking people?

*a shiny portal opens not ten feet away from him*

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That'll

*wanders back into his own little corner of the nexus, looking extremely smug*

I think I've proved my point.

I don't know what to do now that George is hiding from me in the no-violence zone.

Maybe that Ashu chick will come over. That would cure the bordem one way or another.