MisterArmstrong

I’ll take this one. Anthony smells because otherwise he would be unable to tell an orange from a lemon. He is, after all, color blind. He’s frankly running low on senses as it is. The poopy butt is hereditary. At least that’s what he told me.

Most of the time, I just stand behind Anthony and shake my head slowly. Occasionally I sigh.

This goes on for about 10 hours, then I go home. Oh, I also have a lunch break were I made guns and grenades and balance and population and shields and characters and creatures and things. But even as I do that, I sigh, but it has to be louder because our desks are almost 10 feet apart, and sighs aren't very loud.

Butt Stallion is made of diamonds. You don't want to fight anyone made of diamonds. Unless you're a girl, then there's no fight because you are inherently best friends.

There was a remarkable amount of effort put into getting "Sup" just right.

I have a well documented space water allergy.