turk-tips: “…OKay, maybe it’s stalking. Juuuust a little bit.”

turk-tips: “…OKay, maybe it’s stalking. Juuuust a little bit.”

Turk-Tips: Unless Wutai Has All The Coffee. Then You Go To War For Your Right Of A Good Cup O’ Joe.

Turk-Tips: “Or Being Turned Into A Monster…..Having Demons Put Into Your Head…Like The Harbinger Of The End Of The Fuckin’ World…..Oh, Yeah. I Love You, Too, Sweetheart.”

Turk-Tips: Damn Right It Is. This Suit Is Swag.

Turk-Tips: “It Works Every Time.”

Turk-Tips: Try Not To Develope Stockholm Syndrome, Please. It’s Very Unattractive.

Turk-Tips: We’ve Stopped Trying To Get Him To Fix Up His Clothes A Looooong Time Ago.

Turk-Tips: Live In Fear Of The Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeepomaa—Er. Turks. Right. That’s What I Meant.

Turk-Tips: I Live A Very Unhealthy Lifestyle, I Know. I’ll Try To Cut Back A Little On The Revenge. Do Some More Exercise. Maybe Go To A Gym.

Turk-Tips: What’s The Paperclip And Rubberband For? I Needed Something To Keep My Paperwork Together And The Rubberband’s For My Hair~ And The Dynamite? Do I Really Need A Reason To Have Explosives?

Turk-Tips: Veld, Before…You Know.

Turk-Tips: Seriously Though. You’d Think After The First Shot You’d Have Left By Now.

Turk-Tips: Yes, Nunchuck-Turk. You Can Bring The Kitchen Sink, Too.

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