Fuck, marry, kill. Lars, Lionwhyte and Mangus.
Fuck, Lars, marry Mangus, Kill Lionwhyte. Ain’t that complicated honestly.
I would sure hope you would kill Lionwhyte.
D’aww, thanks man!
Yeah, no shit I’d kill Lionwhyte, man. Have you seen that fucker? Hell, have you smelled him? The Cocoa butter scent is lingering even now. C'mere Mangus, we gotta get hitched now. Get a fukin’ veil, we’re makin’ it happen.
Anyone ever tell you, you look utterly ravishin’ in a veil, Mangus?
Ophs: I think this is getting a little out of hand.
Hardly outta hand, I mean. I can marry both of you. S’fine.












