[5:50:59 PM] Razard: CS: Dedede. What a loser.
[5:51:16 PM] Razard: CS: Fatass ate his own trap. That's ridiculous.
[5:51:32 PM] Razard: CS: Royal Tubby.
[5:51:45 PM] Razard: CS: Dumb.
[5:52:09 PM] Razard: CS: Can barely find the kitchen on his own without Escargon.
[5:52:25 PM] Razard: CS: Unsightly fashion.
[5:52:31 PM] Vagrant: Nightmare: Constantly falling for your subpar marketing ploys.
[5:52:36 PM] Vagrant: Nightmare: um
[5:52:44 PM] Razard: CS: I think that was a custard stain on his sleeve.
[5:53:24 PM] Razard: CS: And one time Dedede started eating while he was ordering Demon Beasts.
[5:53:38 PM] Razard: CS: He didn't have anyone deliver the food to him.
[5:53:49 PM] Razard: CS: He had a chicken wing under his hat.
[5:54:00 PM] Vagrant: Nightmare: Was it cooked?
[5:54:05 PM] Razard: CS: Days ago.
[5:54:12 PM] Razard: CS: From the looks of it.
[5:54:14 PM] Vagrant: Nightmare: Did it have sauce on it?
[5:54:16 PM] Razard: CS: I'm not sure.
[5:54:23 PM] Razard: CS: Possibly.
[5:54:38 PM] Vagrant: Nightmare: Sauce or maybe his sweat. Nobody knows.
[5:55:06 PM] Razard: CS: And that seat he's always sitting in, I think he's got a button on there to ring the cooks.
[5:55:12 PM] Vagrant: Nightmare: Lardedede
[5:55:22 PM] Razard: CS: AhSHAHaHAHHA
[5:55:31 PM] Vagrant: Nightmare: I THOUGHT OF THAT ALL BY MYSELF
[5:55:40 PM] Razard: CS: GOOD JOB
[5:55:59 PM] Razard: CS: I'm posting this on the HNM blog.
[5:56:09 PM] Vagrant: Nightmare: okay















