Well, you're wrong. Again. I, for one, am shocked.
Yeah, right. You can congratulate me after taking your italian spork out of my back.
Well, so are you. The Riv's not a block, never was, never will be. But fine, stick to your limousines and Mercedes and Bentleys or whatever else you get driven around in. You're missing out.
Because I'm sticking to my guns? Yeah, he's really got me under his thumb...
I'll just settle for living vicariously through you.
It's not meant to be. I had my eyes closed when drawing the arrow...
If this wasn't you talking, I'd take that as a compliment.
I think it likes it right where it is.
So pretend it's someone else.
Alright. I thank them for the compliment then. D'you at least like my virgin cat?
It... looks like it was run over by the car, but yeah. That's part of its charm.
It's a little long. I had to open my eyes to draw myself in the driver's seat after, that's why I'm so well-proportioned.
Hmm. Want me to draw you with my eyes closed and see if you come out just as charming?
Knock yourself out.
I look like a dinosaur...
Dinosaurs don't have clavicles.
I look like Dennis Hopper in that live action Super Mario movie. Know what he turned out to be? A dinosaur.
I think you look slick. Nice belt, shoes, and okay, it looks like you're being pick-pocketed and I think I miscounted your fingers there but I did give you a pretty generous zipper.
So I'm a dinosaur dancing to Thriller with a big crotch... Fantastic.
That's your charm. And gimme a break, I couldn't see what I was drawing. I only opened my eyes two or three times.
I'd rather be roadkill kitty.
So we'll call her Asher instead.
Asher's not a girl name.



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