Homsar, I thought I told you to stay off my—
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What the crap.
Homsar, I thought I told you to stay off my—
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What the crap.
So… You are Homestar.
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You lost me a long time ago, Homsar.
What? Who the crap else talks like that!?
No one else talks like that, Homestar.
You’re a terribleific liarthlete.
Oh come on, I’m not that bad with technology!
No, the Compé has not exploded yet. Besides, it’s not like the thing is 30 years old like all my old computers. This thing can take a picture of my butt, add a lense flare, and make it my wallpaper; if that’s not cutting art, state of the edge, I have no clue what is.
Oh, I’m actually doing pretty well, thanks for ask— Wait a minute. Did you just add an unnecessary w to that Strong? Homestar, is that you?!
Do I look like his personal trainer?! If anything, Coach Z would have that information in his “file cabinet.”
If you give me give some bucks, I’d be happy to steal it for you. Though, I doubt you would actually have any money whatsoever, so I’m going to guess… Like, 6 or 7 times around the world. As much as I hate the guy, he is a terrific athlete.
Ugh, what is UP with you guys and bossing me around? “Punch a fairy, draw Trogdor again, make a song about me, put on a purple thing and dance around.”
Well, I’ve had it! I’m not going to punch a fairy!
Ever! Just this mosquito that was buzzing around in my ear to tell me I had to save the world and— oh, crap.