I WILL COMING TO FIGHT YOU IDIOT.
With that message sent, EvilBrandon got up from his chair and went to the front door, leaving his house to go to the streets.
lol ok good luck
And with that, Brandon carefully got up from his chair and peered out the window at the snowy ground outside. A small snicker escaped, as he murmured,
"Good luck getting to Canada, jerk."

















