A whimpering is heard from the large, open chamber. It’s dark, cold. A stone door slides open, and a river of red light falls upon the bloody floor. Satan speaks. “Guess what time has come again, Sammy?” The metallic rustling of chains echoes from the center of the chamber, followed by desperate pleading. “Please, not again. I can’t do it again!” Satan hands Sammy a cell phone. His fingertips have worn down through the flesh, and all that is left are bits of protruding bone. Sammy opens the Snapchat app, and tears roll down his face as he begins to type. “Jack, is your Internet back?”

i miss

This guy sucks

Okay Mr. Adams, I like your business. Let's see what we can do. I'll give you the 30 thousand you asked for, but I'll drop to 15 % of the Retrofish. And in addition, I want 25 cents off of every Retrofish until I make my 30 thousand back, then it drops to a nickel in perpetuity. Say 'Yes' and its a deal.

happy birthday beppa :)

+rep cool comrade