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"WONDERFUL!"
"My name... Jeff...." He says this intermittently without any prompting.
stares at you like this.
"If astronauts landed on Mars and they found a cave with a human skeleton and four words written on the wall, what would the scariest four words be? I think it would be Big Bug Behind You."
Jeff Facts!
He is 15 Years Old and 5'3"
His hobbies include sending chain emails, watching haunted cartoons, and smoking weed.
He kills because he thinks it's funny, mostly.
He stinks.
He worships Slenderman. Or Satan? He doesn't actually have a very coherent belief system, he's just trying to be edgy.
He wanted his catchphrase to be "I'm going to Jeff the Kill you," but his victims kept waking up while he was trying to sneak into their rooms, so it accidentally became "Go to Sleep" instead.
He once got fought off by an eight year old.
...I could write Jeff the Killer
He lives on a chip and he's as small as an oat.
...I could write Jeff the Killer
"Raggy's full &%$ and panties were out and Caine didn't even censor it. I can't believe it. She's a pervert, and I for one am disgusted."
What would you do if I wrote Cartman
...look, if people are interested I do have @friendsomine....
❝ Mmm. Eh, I'll give it a 7/10. The sarcasm's a little too thick, but last dig was a fair play. ❞
"Eh, the camera's not rolling, I'm kind of coasting on my B-material right now."
What would you do if I wrote Cartman
❝ Like you could even pass as loss prevention — Y'look five seconds away from foldin' over with eyes that fried. ❞
❝ For the record, I've actually never tried crack. Just ketamine and ecstasy, fun fact. ❞
"Wow, you've done drugs? That's such a fun fact, I'm so impressed with you and think this makes you an interesting person. Next are you going to tell me how many STIs you've gotten?"
❝ I don't get all the rabbit hype. He's nothin' special, if ya' ask me. ❞
"Caine, I thought we weren't doing the Loss Prevention adventure. What's Sonic the Crackhead doing here?"
"...Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, do...."
the mistress is anything but impressed by the warden's little speech. after all, her mind was made up long before their child had taken their first breath. the fact that the warden's meddling is what had him catch wind was already a flaw that the woman was looking to remedy.
❝ your men is going to twist the child's mind. they're dirty and unrefined. the last thing i need a repeat of the last time my girls intermingled with scum the resides within these walls... and i will not let you trick me into thinking otherwise. ❞
The Warden's expression takes a sudden shift from despair to indignance, puffing his chest until he had inflated into a floating translucent sphere. "Well, excuse me, sorry to burst your bubble..."
And with that, there was a pop and a splash of purple bubblegum to reveal the Warden once again, leaning on his cane and holding up an open pocket watch - one that seemed to replay old Superjail! scenes rather than actually tell time.
"...the last time I checked, it was your Ultraprison posse that went absolutely boy-crazy over my Superjail gentlemen! A certain wager I won tells us everything we need to know: I'm the one keeping our child refined!"