Its thanksgiving at the Wilson home. And thanksgiving only means one thing here....
So, Slade, how have we been? Last I heard you got your ass handed to you by the Titans.
You really know how to get on my nerves, Wade
Oh, whats wrong? Upset the teeny weeny titans took your kids into there play house?
I'll kill you, you little fuck...
Thats enough, boys. The foods ready.
This ain't bad, Grandma
Thank Grandpa Thor, Rose sweetie.
A god needeth a hobby, eh?
*cough* Panzy *cough*
I have to agree with my brother, for once, on this.
Now, now, Petunia, who said I needed a girly like you to help me,
You need a lot more help than I can offer. You need a psychologist. A straight jacket. Or, even better, an pencil in your brain.
They're fighting again. Every god damned year
They fight better than any of the guys that beat on me when I was a ho, that's for sure.
Honey, could you get them to stop?
God damn you, woman, I'm EATING!
Oh, uh.... Look, it beith the saint of Thanksgiving, Santa Turkey!
Ho, ho, ho, merry early Christmas
Did that fat fuck call me a ho?
Wrong holiday, Santy. You want my present list now? I want a Bazooka, and an MP7, a golden katana, and ken action figure with kung fu grip, an AUG, a Dragunov, a copy of "Jingle all the way"....
How does that woman convince me to let these buffoons meet every thanksgiving, much less Christmas and Easter? I've had enough. Begone.
A vintage Winchester 1903 for my collection, a copy of "Girls gone Wild" in Egy.... wait, where am I?
What manner of sorcery is this? I'm floating in the sky. Where beith the ground?
I don't know where I am, but I like it. Prepare to die, unseeable foe!
Where am I? Its dark in here!
Who are you people? where the hell am I?
Ooh.... comfy. Where is Wilson?
Smod? SMOD! Where the hell are you? GOD DAMNIT!
Oh... uhh..... Hi, Robin. How you.... ah... been?
*sigh* Every year.
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