Mussel Beach Party. Fail.
At leest we can hab a clam bake...
Am nawt a push-ober! Ok, I gess ur rite.
A littlol fail nebber hurt nobuddy.
OH THAT'S JUST GREAT! HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO HONE MY CLIMBING SKILLS WHEN YOU WON'T HIRE A PROFESSIONAL CONTRACTOR? MR CHEAPSKATE!
WALKIN .. I DOES IT WRONG?
Okay. Ceiling fan... not a toy.
UNBELIEVEBEL! EBERY WURD IN DIS DIKTIONAIRY IZ SPELLED WRONG!
Wut primitib, stoopid peeplol to speek such a lowsy, pethetic langwage.
Dollar store creme rinse. Ya gets what ya pays for.
Oh, goody, you're home. Which means the assassins have failed yet again.
ABORT! ABORT!! Catastroffic Portal Malfunkshun!!!
nobody findz meh here.
French Teacher Cat cringes at your clumsy attempt