SMOOCH
Thomas: "HOLY ST. FUCKO!"
GLARE-ISH!
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Mr. Mindfucky: "YOU ARE MINE."
Thomas: "...displeasing."
Thomas: "So, what APEX of TERROR am I now embroil'd in?"
Thomas: "N' make it SNAPPY. I grow weary with KICKIN' yer PSYCHIC b'tox!"
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Mr. Mindfucky: "please don't yell at me"
Thomas: "What th' fucko? A monsta doll wit' THIN SKIN?"
Mr. Mindfucky: "..I am not a doll. I am the commutant's.. uh, the word does not translate well. Perhaps 'mind thumb', or 'young being', or 'can't say'"
Thomas: "Well, whoopdy-shit for you. In case you didn't notice, the Commutant stung himself to death grabbin' ya."
Mr. Mindfucky: "Incorrect... that was just a halucinatory world, that teh commutant decided to put some image of himself in."
Thomas: "whuuut?!"