knox snooze

Succotash my Balzac, dipshiitake.

Do I come to your happy place and shout?

Why in the hell are you in the library, you loudmouth, cellphone-toting, redneck piece of crap? There are so many places where your volume and deficient vocabulary would be welcomed, so why are you here, where the eleven of us losers who have decided to make the reserve room our home on a Saturday night deserve to have some quiet in which to study?

Fall down and choke!

Dammit, I knew I shouldn't have dropped out of Jedi school. Where's a ninja when you really need to send a shuriken through someone's larynx?
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