Tag: act3-act4.

Well don’t you look happy at your job

Joseph’s Technicolor Patch-Coat

cool, I guess, little Imp of Mischief. But what number is Crowbar’s?

You’re going to be the asshole intelligence guy that is smart superior wise until he gets punched in the face

Oh my god. Look at this Teeny Tiny guy. He is so cute, like a clock fairy

I found a kindred spirit

Me putting up with people’s bullshit

You got the short end of the stick here, didn’t you?

I mean, at this point why the fuck not

Is Fin going to see his own dead body?

Does the weird glowing printing press in the background not interest you?

Ah my Love, at last we are alone.

Please, I want to make your gears grind

I love the trope of idiots being thought smarter than what they really are. Because people will hurt themselves trying to find a reason when there isn’t one

Fair assessment, but honestly, have you considered that he is an idiot?

ha, statistical probabilities. And the green guy isn’t the only shark around here

More like a red carpet, but it leads to the same place anyway

Yeah, having slow sad music playing isn’t really helping me here at this bit, just saying

Never tell Hussie the Odds, he will find a way to fuck with them

That actually fucking hurts

He can see into the future, so he can see his coworkers/friends die in from of him, and he can’t do anything about it since he is currently dying

Shit, gangsters can be sympathetic characters

And you are half way there