What is this VRRRRRRRRRRRRR machine?
Right.
There he goes again. The Big Guy.
…ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT…I’m out of this, “keeetchan.” Settle down. Geez. Take one little step and out comes the, “outta this keeetchan” and the pointing. Can’t tell you how much I hate the pointing.
Point this, Motherf…oh…what’s that? Ooh. Ooooooooh. OOOOOH, its getting stronger. WHAT is this aroma I must eek my way towards??
HEY!
I HEARD YOU THE FIRST TIME! SEE THIS EAR? ITS HUGE! I GOT TWO OF THEM, BIG GUY!! YOU DON’T HAVE TO USE THAT TONE!! FINE! I’M ON THE CARPET!!!
Mmmm…smells exceptional. Yep. I want whatever comes outta the box that goes, “VRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.” Oooh, door just opened and the Big Guy is pulling out some kind of dead animal dripping with juicies and oh…oh…I want it. I want it soooooooooooooooo bad.
Damnit.
That magic vrrrrrrrrrrrr box. I bet it makes my little nuggets taste magical.
