Cmack

G.O.B., there’s no need for violence. There never is. I’d like to think that we’re all, you know, intelligent, mature… um… adults that-that can settle their differences—whenever they come to light—through words.

Yeah, well, I let my fists do the talking. Not this one, ’cause obviously, I need it for coin tricks and stuff. But this one, I let it speak for both of them.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Mom always taught us to curl up in a ball and remain motionless when confronted. That’s what I did in high school when I almost got into a fight.

I think that was about being attacked by bears.

Yeah, I know.

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