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[Mr. Insanity]
LOBO was so dejected from his court martial, Legless Jim and I were at a complete loss as to what to do with him.
Ultimately, we hadda take him by a cemetery to cheer him up.
"Pisspoor prototypes!" he cried happily when we arrived.
"Whatcha gonna do now, Mr 'Nuclear Engineer 1964-2003'?" he would demand, kicking over the tombstone. Then he would move to the next one. "Hm, Louis Pasteur ... I'll bet curing typhoid fever won't save you from this, you now-worthless dead fuck!"
It's good to see him happy again.
[Mr. Insanity]
LOBO was so dejected from his court martial, Legless Jim and I were at a complete loss as to what to do with him.
Ultimately, we hadda take him by a cemetery to cheer him up.
"Pisspoor prototypes!" he cried happily when we arrived.
"Whatcha gonna do now, Mr 'Nuclear Engineer 1964-2003'?" he would demand, kicking over the tombstone. Then he would move to the next one. "Hm, Louis Pasteur ... I'll bet curing typhoid fever won't save you from this, you now-worthless dead fuck!"
It's good to see him happy again.
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