Fortunately for my rapidly dwindling sanity, Crackie The Crackheaded Crack-Crack cracks into the cracker at crack crack, Crackie's cracky, cracky crack crackycrackly cracking with crack. Famine, bless him, attempts to make with the pleasantries and the sweet-talk and such, but Crackie The Crackheaded Crack-Crack crack cracking crack crack crack, cracker crack Crackie The Crackheaded Crack-Crack cracks his Cracky Crack Of Crackcrackcrack, cracky cracking the crackcracks to crack their crackerly crack cracks of crack crackic crack to the crack. Dean is horrified. And once the henchdemons have thus been so efficiently dispatched, Famine sucks their still-lingering bitterly black clouds of dark demonic goo into what's passing for his digestive tract these days. Uh oh. Things are looking mighty grim for Team Free Crack at the moment, but Crackie The Crackheaded Crack-Crack cracks crack cracking the crack when Crackie cracks his Cracky Crack Of Crackcrackcrack to crack the cracky cracken crackerly crack cracks of crack crackic crack. Famine explodes. Well, I'm pretty sure, because one second he's there, and the next second he's gone, and after it's all over, My Sweet Baboo no longer has a hankering for cold, limp meat so, you know. You do the math. And as Crackie The Crackheaded Crack-Crack cracks crack from his crack, Despondent El Deano weeps his girly ass all the way into this evening's final METAL TEETH CHOMP!
Episode Report CardDemian: A | 2257 USERS: B
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