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So your little green fistulas have been blasted to Toon Town, against your will. Not that you won't be making those pasty-skinned, pin-headed Earthling deformities perform various out-of-this-world (so to speak) anhydrous acts against their feeble underdeveloped wills when you succeed in taking over this pathetic planet, but it's not supposed to happen to you.
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So it's time to beef up those essential green gelatinous resins with a quick ten or twelve thousand reps on the ol' double-spheroid. |
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Hey, what's this? This particular door seems much closer to your nearly perfect height than most others on this drnzorg-forsaken planet. Better check it out. |
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Ohhhhhhh noooooooo! It lands you right in a most uncomfortable position, about to be blasted again to some other Kingdom--but you leap away just at the last moment and land on the sidewalk under a--oh no-- |
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They'd said that the streets of Earth just weren't safe any more. How wrong could they be? Moaaaaannnnnnn... |
Drag your corpuscle-like-subtances outa there and go check out the rest of this miserable place
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