YEEAAHHH! He could have a blaster that fires bread and fish, he’d never run out of ammo.
He doesn’t need blaster, you noob.
There was no father. I carried him, I gave birth, I raised him. I can’t explain what happened.
Natedog there you are! God I’ve been so worried. Thank Jedi Jesus you are ok.
In which a cat is the star of the show.
YEEAAHHH! He could have a blaster that fires bread and fish, he’d never run out of ammo.
He doesn’t need blaster, you noob.
There was no father. I carried him, I gave birth, I raised him. I can’t explain what happened.
Natedog there you are! God I’ve been so worried. Thank Jedi Jesus you are ok.