Separate names with a comma.
Banned because we all need backup.
Professional drummer.
Only with some of Zecora's narcotics. Will you go get some?
Falcon kicks? I can do that.
Bruises . .
SHHHHHHHHH...
Bad . . . .
Shhhhh... it's gonna be okay, Xani.
Feed . . .
Don't be all negative, man.
Are there fewer gatherings?
Path flyover-er.
Bee. . . .
Curse . . .
Life definer.
Swearing .
What if we're all just hallucinating because it's the Matrix?
Don't you get that you're so high you're fading out of existence, man?!
Unfortunate place sitter.
Tyrannosaurus.