Terrahawks. I was introduced to It-star yesterday.
Horrible little gender switching duel personality bastard baby android that plays with bombs and psychology books martian fucker. Meanwhile-! one half sounds like a rejected officer from the drawing board of Allo allo sitcom, and the other is voiced by a gross widdle bayby who probablysays slurs off screen. All of this while looking like the nightmare fuel union love child of a troll doll and dehydrated cabbatchpatch kid drunkly shagged in the backstreet on night out in Scunthorpe and nine months later dropped of the abomination off in the Sally army clothes bin.
I love them. They're my new favourite. I'm going to punt that little freak into the sun with a golf club at my nearest opportunity.
