*returns from basement, stained with blood* Um yeah. It's uh... quite a mess. STAY OUT. I don't want to have to do the same to you as I did to them...
Thank yous! I would hug you.. but there's a box in the way. I hope you enjoy your feast of love! ... *collapses into sleep*
"...How could you Cheesy? Why?...Such a waste of tomato sauce...you should always remember to invite me to your food fights...how could you leave me out of them?" ;_;
Never mind. Just don't go down into the basement... I'm still... 'cleaning.' Yeah. Cleaning... heh heh
OK... Anyway, I have invented something new! *shows off a tank* This thing creates love out of thin air!
*suddenly pulls out another* By the way... These are not your average tanks. If they're broken, then you can't fix them without a sacrifice of a life. So yeah. *gives the tank* Don't break it, or you'll be the next sacrifice. seriously.
How about you shut up and hid them again before some fighter jet sees them and decides to blow them up
I found some odd way to change the taste of love... It honestly works... And I decided to apply it to myself...