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Greetings,
I figured it rather rude of me to not introduce myself to you all after obtaining this blog from its previous owner, so I’d like to tell you all a little bit about my life, since I’ve only just now figured out how this confounded webcam works!
My name is Gregory! I am 190cm, cis male (pronouns he/him), my favourite color is blue, and I’m a lucky friend of four unique individuals from Hell.
While we’re all on rocky terms now that we’ve breached the surface, I believe we will find pleasant ground and regroup stronger than ever within the coming hours. I’ve created an image of them alongside myself for you all to see.
Currently with me, residing within the previous owner of this blog’s household, are my two beloved friends Estella and Thomas. They are on either sides of me in the image shown above. While the other two have gone off to do whatever nonsense they wish to get themselves involved in, us three have decided to take a small retreat for the night.
Right now, we find ourselves waiting for Thomas to revive his fatally wounded body after he had suffered a most unfortunate incident earlier in the night. This will be his first time reviving, so I find myself rather nervous awaiting this recovery. I can’t say it’s a very pleasant experience, but I hope that awakening to the familiar faces of his friends will help soften the experience for him.
Now, you may be wondering, “Why on earth are you all on this weblog, when you do not even own the account it resides on?!” Or perhaps you are wondering why the previous owner has handed the rights over to me. The answer is simple. I let myself on.
The previous owner of this blog– Craig Tucker– has become a thorn in my hindquarters, alongside the rest of his podunk friends. He’s unwittingly left his home computer on and logged into this silly little website, and I’ve decided to take advantage of this opportunity. He’s not said very nice things about my friends, and though I don’t expect any form of graciousness for myself, the hate he directs towards the others I find rather absurd.
It has me wondering if his other friends have their own foolishly insipid weblogs of their own. Are they saying things about us in poor taste as well? What, pray tell, has someone like Thomas or even Tweek done to deserve such scorn, if so? If it is anything like the logs of Craig Tucker, they surely have met no mercy.
Just to make this fair, though, and to show that I am a better owner of this “blog,” so Estella tells me it’s called, I have constructed another image. This time, of Craig and his friends. If I talk of them just as I talk of my friends, it is only right if I give them an artistic rendering as well, no?
I ran out of room for the fat one, excuse his crudeness. However I feel as though I’ve granted him more justice than his appearance is worth. No matter– he’s been possibly the least of my worries out of the seven. It’s funny how things change over time. He was always much more troublesome as a kid than he seems as a young adult.
As for the rest, they’re all far more irritating than when I last saw them. I’m fairly sure I smelled the devil’s lettuce on Stan Marsh when I confronted him earlier, which is hilarious. How low his life must have sank in the past several years…
However, I don’t wish to ramble on about these fools. That is not my intent for this log. My intent here is to share with you all my face and presence, so you’re aware of the current state of your beloved Craig’s blog. Know that I am not about to suspend activity on this account, nor am I about to leave you all in the dark by discontinuing the steady flow of updates. I am sure some of you are a little miffed by the fact that this blog now has a new owner, but I am taking terrific care of it, and I would not disregard any complaints, if you have any to offer.
I’ve noted that this blog has rather gained traction since my taking, actually. Once I figured out how this website worked, I found that the subscriber count had jumped from 15 people to 18 people. How enthralling! I hope my content continues to entertain you all.
Expect more in the coming hours, as I will keep you updated on our current status, as well as share more of my friends stories with you all. Far better than the hate that has been spread on this blog thus far, right?
This is Gregory Wolfgang Bellarose III, sending my “captain’s log” off to you.
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GREGORY: I don’t quite like the wording of these questions I’m reading in Craig’s little virtual post box.
GREGORY: But lest he tries tofoolishlyanswer questions not best suited for him, I will step in I suppose.
GREGORY: It’s clear he’s made a fine job of telling you all about my friends and I.
GREGORY: Or, quite possibly the verynarrowlight of which he’s seen us in at least.
GREGORY: Which is to say, he’s probably described us all ratherpoorly.
GREGORY: It is true, both Pip and Thomas both are nothing but kindhearted individuals.
GREGORY: Both have had their share of bullying, misfortune, and untimely deaths.
GREGORY:I’d say Pip’s I can relate to more, but Thomas’ just upsets me a great deal.
GREGORY: Not to rank either of their tribulations, I just believe I have a better grasp of exactly why Pip didn’t end up in heaven.
GREGORY:He’s had eight years to explain it to me, after all.
GREGORY:And so I will attempt to explain it to you all though what he has told me over the years.
GREGORY: They both deserve to have their stories told the correct way, and not however it would have been explained by the doltish owner of this weblog.
GREGORY:To start, I believe Pip started up in heaven.
GREGORY:Though, he never made it through the pearly gates, which is what truly grants you a pleasant and bright eternal afterlife.
GREGORY:Once you make it through that barrier, the only way you’re doomed is if you cause religious mishap, or truly gain some sort of evil intent.
GREGORY:Of course, this is only theChristianafterlife we’re speaking of.
GREGORY: And seeing that I’m possibly talking to possibly a baker’s dozen of strangers over the internet right now, I’d like to state that I have no outer knowledge of the afterlives of any religion other than my own.
GREGORY:I can say with certainty that a Christian hell is not the greatest source of outside knowledge, as much as it has progressed down there.
GREGORY: I feel as though these stories would be entirely different if the two had been risen under different minded households, so please spare some judgement on my part if this seems rather one sided of me to speak of.
GREGORY:So again, I am sharing only what I’ve been told of, and under a Christian mindset.
GREGORY: My intent is not to nullify any other afterlife, only to elaborate on my friends and I’s.
GREGORY:…
GREGORY:I honestly forgot where I was.
GREGORY: …Ah, yes.
GREGORY:Pip’s hellish status.
GREGORY: As I stated, once you make it through those heavenly gates, you’re officially a resident of the eternal life in the sky.
GREGORY: Normally, unless you are turned away for sneaky wrongdoings not seen through the watchful eyes of heaven, there is no issue getting in.
GREGORY:And for someone like Pip, the prior shouldn’t ever have been an issue.
GREGORY:All the time I’ve ever known of him– through lifeanddeath– is that he is kind, generous, and rarely wears a frown.
GREGORY: He gives his pleases and thanks, and he rarely acts unjust.
GREGORY:From the times he’s told me that he has, even those instances sound rather just.
GREGORY: My time knowing him alive wasn’t all too long, but a year or so before he had gone missing, never to be seen again.
GREGORY:He doesn’t like to talk about his own death very much, but from what I can tell it was certainly during a time of travesty.
GREGORY: And during such times, the gates can get overwhelmed and swollen with other unfortunate cases.
GREGORY:Certainly, everybody at their untimely death could not wait to see their afterlife.
GREGORY: Some sorrowful, some full of hope that the worst of it all was over.
GREGORY:From how he described it, Pip was more on the latter side of the crowd.
GREGORY: And so imagine…
GREGORY: When you think it’s allover.
GREGORY:When you think life hasfinally given you a break, and you’re able to move onto a better one…
GREGORY:That even up in heaven, there’s still nobody that cares enough about you.
GREGORY:A simple break in the clouds due to deceased overpopulation.
GREGORY:Nobody turns their heads.
GREGORY:Nobody thinks to look behind them and see what they’ve been ever so gently pushing back over their greed of a happy afterlife.
GREGORY: And greed is asin, mind you.
GREGORY: So they just continue to shuffle their feet and wait for their now undeservedturn into heaven.
GREGORY: And the wings you sprout after death are there for your tiring travel upwards.
GREGORY: It’s an exhausting journey to heaven, your new wings wont fly you a second time until you’ve reached your destination completely.
GREGORY: So if you’re denied entry before you can make it through, there’s no real way to fly back up until it’s far too late.
GREGORY:In life, Pip was never destined to go to hell.
GREGORY:In death, he still was not destined to go to hell.
GREGORY:But look at where the carelessness of others have brought him.
GREGORY:Where life can be cruel, death can be just as much so.
GREGORY:…Though…
GREGORY: Sometimes, while life and death may both sow their unjust seeds… a lot of what normally decides where you end up is your own actions in life, of course.
GREGORY: Thomas of course was nothing but a sweetheart.
GREGORY: From what he’s told me, though he couldn’t go to a church publicly due to his developed anxiety over his Tourette’s, he always made up for it by watching church service with his mother at home.
GREGORY:Every single Sunday, he told me.
GREGORY:Though like some people, especially in more depressing periods of their life, he began to question his faith.
GREGORY:There came a point where he didn’t know what he should truly believe in.
GREGORY:He never did anything wrong, as he always listened and obeyed the strict followings of Catholicism.
GREGORY: And though he was many things most extreme Christians would call sinful, he still would choose to believe, all that time.
GREGORY:In the end, none of what hewaswould have ever sent him to hell.
GREGORY:He truly is just too innocent and nice of a person.
GREGORY:Though sometimes, after traumatic experiences in life, it can kick your belief system like a switch.
GREGORY: After loss, it can be hard to believe.
GREGORY: And apparently loss for Thomas meant cutting out an entire part of his life that he had believed for fifteen years beforehand.
GREGORY: “How can you believe in a god if it feels like you’re only on Earth to suffer?”
GREGORY: It truly hurt my heart to hear him tell me the way he felt.
GREGORY: But in the end, it made sense why he was in hell.
GREGORY:Attaching yourself to faith for so long, believing in a god, then ditching a life worth’s of devotion in an instant.
GREGORY:That’swhat truly damned him to hell.
GREGORY:In the end it was only that loss of faith that flipped his destiny upside down.
GREGORY: For a while, he was in such a state of grieving, you knew you were still in hell.
GREGORY: Hell isn’t what he believed it to be anymore, of course.
GREGORY:Most of us had grown used to it, and even enjoyed the new era we were living in.
GREGORY:But it still stung for him.
GREGORY:Only in hell could you still hear the wallowing of the afterlife.
GREGORY:And of course, he only blamed himself.
GREGORY: He did two things that society said would damn him to hell.
GREGORY:But only one of them was what really did it.
GREGORY:Of course he didn’t realise this.
GREGORY: He sobbed for what felt like weeks, because he thought that the way he died… was what sent him here.
GREGORY:We would constantly reassure him that the means of his death did not attribute to his afterlife.
GREGORY:We even had him talk to the Devil himself– of which we’re fortunate friends of.
GREGORY: He, too, could only assure Thomas that it was not the way he died, but the way he chose to squander his faith.
GREGORY: It’s a harsh reality, and it’s unclear if he grasps it fully, even after a full year and a half.
GREGORY: I’ve always thought that if he had someone in life to help steer him in a better direction, he wouldn’t have gone out the way he did, nor would he have been sent to hell.
GREGORY:Hisexcertainly never did any good for him.
GREGORY:Even if Thomas claims his ex was the best thing in his life.
GREGORY:How could someone like that be the best thing in your life if they let you fall this far down a rabbit hole?
GREGORY: Thomas truly is as ignorant as he is pitiful.
GREGORY: We’re full of experiences that Stan and his friends would never, ever grasp.
GREGORY: I can’t believe this is a question that needed to be elaborated upon.
GREGORY:But if I’m not answering them, that fool of a man Craig would be instead.
GREGORY:I’m sure he’d paint Pip and Thomas both as monsters here.
GREGORY:But I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen.
GREGORY: I haven’t a clue how we’ll deal with those two poor girls in the other room…
ESTELLA:We leave them be.
ESTELLA:They won’t be coming out any time soon with their door handle melted, anyhow.
GREGORY: Lord, I hardly believe it’s you talking.
GREGORY:I’m surprised you didn’t throw them out a window just for looking at you.
ESTELLA:Oh,so rich coming from the splinter-filled buffoon who nearly crushed entire families in some futile chase.
ESTELLA: If we’ve to be so under cover like you said, why are houses upon houses layered in that horrid black ooze of yours? Hmm?
GREGORY: Sorry I forgot I was talking to the paragon of virtue herself.
GREGORY:As if you wouldn’t have done the same thing or worse in my situation.
ESTELLA:Oh please, I wouldn’t be nearly as uncoordinated or filled with unneeded emotion like you.
GREGORY:I’m rolling my eyes at you, you know.
ESTELLA:I’m sure.
ESTELLA: Speaking of unneeded emotion, however…
ESTELLA:Explain to me, you bloodied menstrual pad of an ill-kept lady, whyyou insist on propping that body up like it’s still alive?
GREGORY:What, would you rather him splayed out on the floor when he comes back?
ESTELLA: I think it would let him know he shouldn’t be happy with his choices today.
ESTELLA: If he hadn’t been such a selfless, love-stricken twat, we wouldn’t be in this mess.
GREGORY:That may be, but we’re here now, and he’ll be back soon.
GREGORY:The least we can do for him is grant him some decency.
ESTELLA: Mm, how typical of you to say.
GREGORY:Oh come on, you can’t say you don’t pity him at least a littlebit?
GREGORY:This would be his first time regenerating.
GREGORY:Wouldn’t you wish the same for yours?
ESTELLA:I don’t thrive off of pity, as much as you wish I would.
ESTELLA:He could wake up at the floor of a cold, empty seabed and nobody but you and that imp would give a damn.
GREGORY:I get it, you’re as cold and empty as the very depths you speak of.
GREGORY:With my mind on the cold, though…
GREGORY:Itis rather cold in here, now that I think about it…
ESTELLA:We’ve spent nearly a decade in hell, you should welcome it.
GREGORY:Well, I’m sure this poor sap would at least enjoy an extra layer or two.
ESTELLA:He’s animp, you vanilla monkey shit sundae.
ESTELLA:He’s exerts far more heat than necessary already.
ESTELLA:Lest you’re planning to burn this whole structure to the ground?
GREGORY: Just because he feelswarm doesn’t mean he iswarm.
GREGORY:At least he’ll wake up knowing someone cares, you crotchety old hag.
ESTELLA:…
ESTELLA: Well, I’m sure he’d be so glad to wake up in someone else’s clothes.
ESTELLA: Of all people’s clothes, especially, you choose the very piss-filled, disease-ridden pit of a person that’s been causing all of his issues from day one.
ESTELLA: My, how thoughtfulof you.
GREGORY: Oh, just because your life’s been squandered of any loving relationship doesn’t mean his has.
GREGORY:If I didn’t know better, I’d find you quite jealous he could hold feelings long enough to be willing to die for another.
ESTELLA: I don’t recall walking into a therapy room, Bellarose.
GREGORY: And I don’t recall asking for your judgement on what I choose to do, Havisham.
ESTELLA:I bet you’d love for me say touché, wouldn’t you?
GREGORY: I wouldn’t expect it from you at this point.
GREGORY:Too eager to defy any man who dares say a word around you.
ESTELLA:Would you quit it with your therapist act, you blubber of a whale’s anus?
ESTELLA: And stop playing dress up with that damned corpse.
GREGORY:[sigh]
GREGORY:Fine.
GREGORY:Isuppose you’re right.
GREGORY:Undressing a dead man’s shirt is certainly not something I’d like to recall doing later on in life.
ESTELLA: You have at least one brain cell in that musty, endless pit of a head, I see.
ESTELLA:Now are you planning on helping with this mess, or are you too busy thinking of the next person you wish to place your meaningless pity upon?
GREGORY: Oh as if you’d need myhelp.
GREGORY:If I recall, you spent the majority of your time walking here telling me not to interfere.
GREGORY:It’s not as if I’ve been dead longer than you.
ESTELLA:How long you’ve been deceased doesn’t suddenly grant you the ability to know how to close a portal to hell, you know.
ESTELLA:Don’tthinkyou have any sort of superiority over me just for being dead a few months longer than I, you regurgitated, corrosive waste of a vulture’s innards.
ESTELLA:I could use a few hands, regardless of how useless you may be.
ESTELLA: So stop wallowing on about how comfortable a dead body should be and help me.
GREGORY:Close it yourself you leather-skinned snake.
ESTELLA:Oh what’s the matter now?
ESTELLA:You’reso ridiculously soft-centered, you know that?
GREGORY:I don’t need your opinion on everything I decide to care about right now!
GREGORY:As if I’d ever want criticism from someone as pathetically try-hard as you, anyhow.
ESTELLA: It’s not like you haven’t been doing the same thing to me, you psychoanalyzing, waterlog-brained dolt.
ESTELLA:Go on then! I don’t need your help.
ESTELLA: Like always, I won’t be letting my feelings get in the way of what needs to be done.
GREGORY: Uhuh, you go ahead and do that!
ESTELLA:I will!
GREGORY:…
GREGORY:Hm…
GREGORY:You know, computers screens have gotten quite thinner since I’ve died.
ESTELLA:Is that really what you choose to think about now?
ESTELLA: After what we just spoke of?
ESTELLA:Howsimple-minded of you.
GREGORY:Well I had no choice but to look away from you, to the only thing of actual interest in this room.
GREGORY:I can’t see how this boy lives in such a tasteless room…
GREGORY:Though…
GREGORY:Hm…
GREGORY:Actually, Estella…
ESTELLA:What is it now,you walking disease of a man?
GREGORY:Looking at this computer…
GREGORY:I haven’t a clue what this site is.
GREGORY:But… what’son it is… quite interesting…
ESTELLA:In what way?
ESTELLA:I’m far too busy with less nonsensical matters to come over and look, you dirty, petrified oaf.
GREGORY:Well…
GREGORY:For as little as this man speaks, he sure seems louder online.
GREGORY:It’s… almost as if Craig wants to lead us right to him…
ESTELLA: Yes, I’m sure he left his computer on exactly for this revelation of yours.
GREGORY:Well then. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if I played around with his little site during our down time here.
ESTELLA:How ever so productive of you.
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CRAIG:Yeah, like…
CRAIG: I don’t really get out of my friend circle that often… so most of these guys I don’t know like, at all…
CRAIG:I can’t even tell if that asshole “Tweek” guy was ever even a real person to begin with.
CRAIG:What kind of name is Tweek, anyways…
CRAIG:He doesn’t even know what a barnis.
CRAIG: And that one chick, I’m pretty sure I heard she was alive before, but like.
CRAIG:I’ve never seen her in my life.
CRAIG: I don’t think any of us have.
CRAIG:She looks kind of like a bitch anyways.
CRAIG:What fucking right did she think she had, possessing Clyde like that…
CRAIG:As for the other three…
CRAIG:Pip was always so… like.
CRAIG:Stupid.
CRAIG: He was way too nice, super gullible, and he always tried to butt his way into things.
CRAIG:I can’t tell you how many times I had to slam the door on him when he’d try and show up to my parties.
CRAIG: He also just looked like a huge nerd.
CRAIG:But now…
CRAIG:I mean he still looks like a nerd, but…
CRAIG:He’s…
CRAIG:He’s definitely more assertive.
CRAIG:I’ve never liked him before.
CRAIG:And after today, I never, ever will.
CRAIG:That Gregory guy…
CRAIG: He was like, the annoying theater kid who always had some way to one-up you in his pocket.
CRAIG:He was pretentious and a know-it-all.
CRAIG:But I never really hung around him that much.
CRAIG:He had his own theater clique anyways.
CRAIG:And now he’s got weird ooze hands that come out of his mouth and stuff.
CRAIG:Like, after all these years he still has nothing useful coming out of his mouth.
CRAIG:How the fuck is he so okay with that shit.
CRAIG: Also does he think he looks good with that pony tail?
CRAIG:He’s so disgusting.
CRAIG: He still thinks he’s hot shit though. I can see it in his stupid demon eyes.
CRAIG:And Thomas…
CRAIG:Thomas…
CRAIG: He’s only been gone for a year and a half.
CRAIG: He’s still…–
CRAIG:–I mean no, he’s definitely changed.
CRAIG:Whyelsewould he be hanging out with the group that killed Jimmy.
CRAIG: He’d never fucking do that when he was alive.
CRAIG:He’d never associate himself with douche bags like that, and yet here he is, snapping along to their stupidsongs.
CRAIG: How could he do that to me– to us?
CRAIG:…
CRAIG:Maybe it is all just my fault after all.
CRAIG:I think all I really need to say is, I’m pretty sure I hate almost every single one of them.
CRAIG:And as much as they’ve changed, they somehow haven’t changed at all, either.
GREGORY:Justwhy the hell are we going back into town?!
ESTELLA:How many times do I need to tell you, you sun-dried scab off a decrepit man’s back?
ESTELLA:We need to devise a plan.
ESTELLA: What you did back there was foolish, unthought, and I’m fairly surprised nobody has you at the end of a pitch forkyet.
GREGORY:Oh, so you can try and throw a couple of joe-soap victims off a bridge, but chasing after them is just tooout of line, is it?
ESTELLA: Perhaps chasing them would be fine, if you hadn’t crushed everything in your path to get to them; you rough, low hanging moose testicle.
ESTELLA:My ways would have been efficient– quick and to the point– but somebody had to make a grand show today, didn’t they?
ESTELLA:Hadfun running around doing whatever you wanted, didn’t you.
GREGORY:I was handling everything just fine, and you knowit.
GREGORY: Maybe if you were better at possessing that chubby, hairy runt, I could have gotten rid of Stanley from the start.
ESTELLA: I’m not the issue you corpulent, bacteria-ridden rodent carcass!
ESTELLA:You know damn well I needed more time to control him than one single day.
ESTELLA:Andyou thought you could do everything on your own.
ESTELLA: You thought, “Oh, if I don’t let that poor old bitch out, I don’t ever have to deal with her superior plan ever again! I’m so ridiculously smart!”
GREGORY: I do not sound like that!
GREGORY: Maybe if the others picked up their slack, I wouldn’t have had to call youout in the first place!
ESTELLA:Oh!
ESTELLA:Oh, I see how it is!
ESTELLA: If you hadn’t let me out, everything would be just sunshine and roses, would it now?
ESTELLA:Is that what you’re saying, you filthy, rancid pustule swell? Is it?
ESTELLA:Ifyou hadn’t left me inside that small testicled man-child, the son of Satan wouldn’t know we’re out here right now!
ESTELLA:It’s your fault any of this is a problem!
GREGORY:Now listen here, you… youuu…!!!
GREGORY:Rrrg!
GREGORY:You better pick a damn side here with what you want!
GREGORY: You’re the dipsy twat who decided to possess anybody at all, and you think it’s my responsibility to take you out of there?
GREGORY:Did you want to stay in him or not?!
ESTELLA: It doesn’t matter what I wanted, it–
GREGORY: Oh, so now it doesn’t matter what you wanted, hmm?
GREGORY:Isthat what I’m hearing for you now?
ESTELLA:Oh, quiet you!
ESTELLA:You plan to improvise if something goes wrong!
GREGORY:You can’t plan an improvision, that’s an oxymoron in of itself!
ESTELLA: You’ve ran out of arguments so you nit pick my words instead, huh.
GREGORY:That’s right!
GREGORY:Maybe if you weren’t so impeccably stupid it wouldn’t have gotten to this point.
ESTELLA:You really are a child at heart still.
ESTELLA:The devil’s out there, and he’s going to be on our tails, and you choose to do this with your time.
GREGORY:We’re still walking, are we not?!
GREGORY:I know he’s on our ass!
GREGORY:We’reawesome at what we do, he’d be a fool not to be!
ESTELLA: That is true.
MIKE: Hey– you’re supposed to be helping people get ready in the make up room.
DAMIEN:What.
MIKE:You’re supposed to be doing your job, per se.
DAMIEN:I’m on break.
MIKE:Break ended five minutes ago.
DAMIEN:Yeah okay sure.
DAMIEN:I could send you to hell right now you know.
MIKE:Whatever, man…
DAMIEN:…
DAMIEN: God I love doing absolutely fucking nothing.
ESTELLA: Is that all, now?
ESTELLA:Did you get everything out of your system, you dog-feces packed rug on a rotten wooden floor.
GREGORY:No, not quite.
GREGORY:Would you mind not dragging the poor sap’s corpse across the pavement?
GREGORY: All that’s going to do is prolong his revival.
ESTELLA:You care about the decency of a corpse, do you?
GREGORY: If we’re walking through a town full of red-neck, american blokes with shot guns at the ready, then yes. I do.
GREGORY:He’s also still our friend, like it or not.
ESTELLA:I do not have friends, you silly bleeding heart of a man.
ESTELLA: You are all nothing more than accomplices.
GREGORY:Oh I’m sure you think so.
ESTELLA:Iknowso.
GREGORY:Y–
ESTELLA:Shut up.
ESTELLA:What are you doing with it.
GREGORY: Carrying him with some decency, you hag.
ESTELLA:I hardly see how carrying it like that will stop very many people from screaming bloody murder, anyways.
ESTELLA:Honestly, it’s a shame you actually have a heart under all of that blubbery skin of yours.
ESTELLA: You’re going to get blood all over yourself, you know.
GREGORY:Donot remind me.
GREGORY:Why do you think I put on gloves.
ESTELLA:Let’s just get somewhere quiet for the night and figure out our next course of action, shall we?
GREGORY:Whatever you say, your highness.
TOKEN: Clyde… knock it off…
TOKEN:You’re kinda freaking us out.
CLYDE: I’m freaking you out?
CLYDE: Oh well that’s a shame now, isn’t it?
CLYDE: Your puss-filled elephant’s foot of a friend isn’t here right now, sorry to say.
CLYDE:And very soon,none of you will be.
CRAIG:Dude, what is your problem?
CLYDE:Oh,myproblem?
CLYDE: My problem is that this swollen, decaying fistula ratted me out.
CLYDE:Rattedall of usout.
GREGORY:Hewhat?
CLYDE:Yes, I heard it from the latrine.
CLYDE:While this “Clyde” fellow was having a break down in a piss-soaked petrol station washroom, his friend over here was raving all about us to the Devil’s son himself.
TOKEN:Wh–
TOKEN:Heaskedme!
TOKEN:Clyde,what the hell are you talking about–
CLYDE:Shut your mouth!
CLYDE:I’m not Clyde, and I wont even so much as thank you to call me as such.
CLYDE:We were meant to bide our bloody time.
CLYDE:Supposed to escape silently through your brainless meat stick of a friend’s portal.
CLYDE:But now we can’t be so silent.
CLYDE:So dumb as to contact anybody through a ouija board, you truly do deserve everything I’m about to do to you.
PIP:(Nice to see you, old friend.)
PIP:(Sorry to see our reunion couldn’t have been under better circumstances.)
THOMAS: Y-you know, we really don’t need to do this…
THOMAS: W-we… I mean we could–
GREGORY:Thomas, I’ve toldyou.
GREGORY:Keep your input to yourself.
GREGORY: These issues are much greater than your feelings.
TOKEN:D-dude…
TOKEN: Whoever you are…
TOKEN:We’renothere to hurt you guys.
TOKEN:We… we were high, did some stupid stuff, and forgot about it the next day.
CLYDE:Oh yes, you’d think that ignorant, wouldn’t you.
CLYDE:You shredded bits of bloodied placenta have no clue the sorts of things you lot have done, have you?
CLYDE:Maybe not to me, but it really just gives me a reason for all of the things I’d like to do to you. Not that I’d hesitate either way.
GREGORY: Then would you just get on with it already, Estella?
CLYDE:Impatient scrotal sac of a decrepit old man.
CLYDE:[sigh]
CLYDE:I suppose I’ve dwelled within this grotesque husk long enough…
TOKEN: Wait, what are…
TOKEN: What’s happening–
GREGORY:I didn’t even know you’d gone off and squealed so soon.
GREGORY: Here I thought I really wouldn’t have to hurt any of you…
TOKEN:You–
CRAIG:You guys killed Jimmy!
KYLE:Theywhat?!
GREGORY:I told you, that was a miscalculation.
TOKEN:D… Damien told me we all deserved it!
GREGORY: Well, maybe you do, seeing what you’ve done.
CRAIG:Whatwe’vedone?!
STAN: Get your head out of your ass, Gregory!
KYLE:Oh my god what is coming out of Clyde’s back.
CARTMAN:Grody,what the fuck.
GREGORY:Oh, I’ll tell you who’s coming out–
ESTELLA:No, you won’t.
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