Oh come now, you all knew it would come down to this, the time where tough choices are to be had.
Do you choose meat or potatoes? What's it gonna be?
You communist. Er. fascist. Er. hmmm...
You... cryptofascist syndacationalist anarchist, you.
Have a hug from Mr. Grins.
Oh wait, you can't. He takes offense at being displayed to you per se (but not to everyone else, where he resides in the window publicly).
Have I called you a fascist yet? Yes? Good.
Do you choose meat or potatoes? What's it gonna be?
You communist. Er. fascist. Er. hmmm...
You... cryptofascist syndacationalist anarchist, you.
Have a hug from Mr. Grins.
Oh wait, you can't. He takes offense at being displayed to you per se (but not to everyone else, where he resides in the window publicly).
Have I called you a fascist yet? Yes? Good.
Slave to the Patriarchy no more