Mr. Grits:
We the Non-Perishables, motherfucker.
Twink:
We never expire.
Firewater:
We are... Immortal. This here's Twink and Grits.
Mr. Grits:
They call me Mr. Grits.
Firewater:
Eh, Mr. Grits. Whatever.
Mr. Grits:
You told him about the crackers?
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:31