( ´ω`) Hello, kids!

( ´ω`) He's only God in Hollywood.

( ´ω`) What, no God AA threatening to take over? I guess things are changing for the better after all.

( ・-・) Hold on, hold on! I'm still drawing it!

(・∀・) Grandpa, where do the little people really live?

( ´ω`) In the city of tiny lights.

（・ω・） That's neate.

(・∀・) Grandpa, where did all the characters we like more than Beady Eyes go?

( ´ω`) They're all in the party room, having a wonderful time.

( ´ω`) To Oblivion, son. To Oblivion.

( ´ω`) The party room is called Oblivion is what I meant to say.

( ・-・) Yeah, cuz everyone in that room is high on my pills.

(・∀・) Grandpa, why is it so bloody cold outside?

( ´ω`) Because it's winter. Also, global warming.

(・∀・) I'll turn the gun on myself

( ´ω`) Yeah, you do that.

(・∀・) Grandpa, what's it like to be in love?

( ´ω`) I see you have problems acknowledging your feelings for Mittens.

(・∀・) ...

(・∀・) ... that's not what I meant.

(・∀・) Dad said it felt like punching a jar of mayonnaise.

( ´ω`) No, it's more like cutting your nuts off halfway while shoving them into a meat grinder, then swallowing all the loose chunks, throwing them up, and swallowing them again.

( ´ω`) Not that I speak from experience. Real men don't fall in love; they use manipulate women around the term.

( ・-・) love is like something or other about ice weasels i read it in a life in hell cartoon so its funny okay

(・ ・) ITT we get to 100 by "Grandpa".

( ´ω`) You have no mouth yet you are the beast that must shout love at the heart of the world.

(・∀・) Grandpa, can you dress up like mittens the next time you buttrape me?

( ´ω`) I'm not going to dignifiy that with an answer.

(( ﾟ ヮﾟ) I'll happily derail you, if you know what I mean.

( ´ω`) Clonepa, enough with the masks already.

( ・ω・) Aw hamburgers.

( ・-・) WHAT. You acknowledge him, but not me?

( ´ω`) It's okay Clonepa. You can go downstairs and play with your dolls if you want.

( ・ω・) Yay!

(・∀・) Clonepa's pretty fun!

( ´ω`) He has his moments.

(・∀・) So why do you grow Clonepas in the basement, Grandpa?

( ´ω`) In hopes that one day, one of them will love me.

( ・ω・) Pick me! Pick me!

( ´ω`) Also, they're cheaper than going to the butcher.

( ・ω・) ....

( ・ω・) Pick me! Pick me!

( ´ω`) And they're dumb as bricks.

( ・ω・) Don't pick me! Don't pick me!

(・∀・) Grandpa, where can I get big muscles like yours?

( ・ω・) Ignore me! Ignore me!

( ´ω`) Eat meat and inject horse testosterone into your eyes and you'll be buffed in no time.

　　　　　　　　∧＿∧
　　(⌒⌒ヽ　(　　・ω・) excuse me.
　　　poot!　 ゝ∪　　 )
　　丶〜 '´　　(___)__)

　　 ∧＿∧
　　（　 ﾟ ｍﾟ）　I'm not really into the whole muscles thing.
　　（　　　　）
　　｜ ｜　|
　　（_＿）＿)

( ´ω`) Why is this dork back? Where's Security Kitten when you need him.

　　 ∧＿∧
　　（　 ﾟ ｍﾟ）　I'm not really into the whole leaving interrogatives off of the ends of sentences thing.
　　（　　　　）
　　｜ ｜　|
　　（_＿）＿)

　　　　　　　　∧＿∧
　　(⌒⌒ヽ　(　　・ω・) Just exercising my sphincter.
　　　poot!　ゝ∪　　 )
　　丶〜 '´　　(___)__)

　　 ∧＿∧
　　（　 ﾟ ｍﾟ）　I'm not really into the whole exercising thing.
　　（　　　　）
　　｜ ｜　|
　　（_＿）＿)

(・∀・) Grandpa, why are you so popular with the ladies?

( ・-・) Ladies love assholes.

( ´ω`) I wear Old Spice. Drives 'em wild, Junior.

(・∀・) So that's why you smell like a barge!

　　　 ∧__∧　 ∩
　　　（,,´ω`)彡☆
　　　　⊂彡☆))∀・) ow sorry OW ow ow sorry OW
　　　　　☆

(・ω・) Hit me too! Hit me too!

( ´ω`) Your dolls are still waiting for you downstairs.

(・ω・) Oh yeah!

|彡

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　　　　　　　　　　YES, COME PLAY WITH US, CLONEPA.

(・∀・) Grandpa, just how big is the basement in this thread anyway?

( ´ω`) Take the size of nida's penis and divide by 2.

(・∀・) So it's a negative space?

( ´ω`) Indeed. It's a place for the eye to rest on the page before diving back into the information packed spaces.

(・∀・) And the comic sans font?

( ´ω`) What about it?

(・∀・) I ASK THE QUESTIONS HERE! YOU ANSWER THEM OLD FART!

(( )∀・) It's a good thing you never pay the phone bill, or I'd be calling Child Services right now!

( ´ω`) That reminds me. Tonight's poker night with those guys.

|ω`) Later!

|彡

　　　　　　∧＿∧　
　　　　 ｒy ´・-・｀ヽっ Hey, Junior!
　　　　 `! 　　　　　 i Help your old friend Beady Eyes down,
　　　　　ゝ c＿c_,.ノ will you please?
　　　　　　　　（ 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
　　　　　　　　 ） 　　　　　　　

(・∀・) I have friends?

　　　　　　∧＿∧　
　　　　 ｒy ´・-・｀ヽっ Yeah sure whatever.
　　　　 `! 　　　　　 i Just get me down.
　　　　　ゝ c＿c_,.ノ
　　　　　　　　（ 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
　　　　　　　　 ） 　　　　　　　

(・∀・) Fine, fine.

|∀・) Now where did I leave my blowgun?

|彡

(・-・ ) No, not that...

　　　　　　∩__∩　
　　　　 ｒy ´・-・｀ヽっ Ow, my ears just popped.
　　　　 `! 　　　　　 i
　　　　　ゝ c＿c_,.ノ
　　　　　　　　（ 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
　　　　　　　　 ） 　　　　　　　

(・∀・) I couldn't find my blowgun.

(・∀・) Also, I remembered that I, and by extension everybody else, hate you.

　　　　　　∩__∩　
　　　　 ｒy ´・-・｀ヽっ Maybe if you'd just take your pills already
　　　　 `! 　　　　　 i
　　　　　ゝ c＿c_,.ノ
　　　　　　　　（ 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
　　　　　　　　 ） 　　　　　　　

( ´ω`)つ/ Found my wife's hat pin!

( ´ω`)つ/ Float over here, Beady Eyes, and I'll solve all your problems!

　　　　　　　∩__∩　
　　　　　 ｒy ´・-・｀ヽっ You are so mean!
　　　　　 `! 　　　　　 i
　　　　　　ゝ c＿c_,.ノ
　　　　　　　　　（ 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
　　　　　　　　　 ） 　　　　　　　

　　　　　　∩__∩　
　　　　 ｒy ´・-・｀ヽっ The cure seems worse than the disease.
　　　　 `! 　　　　　 i　 Maybe I should just fart?
　　　　　ゝ c＿c_,.ノ
　　　　　　　　（ 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
　　　　　　　　 ） 　　　　　　　

（　 ﾟ ｍﾟ） Please don't.

(・∀・) Grandpa, what is best in life?

( ´ω`) Dish Network and a big HDTV.

　　　　　　　　∩＿∩
　　(⌒⌒ヽ　(　　・-・) Ah, back to earth!
　　　poot!　ゝ∪　　 )
　　丶〜 '´　　(___)__)

( ´ω`)つ/　( ・-・)

　　　　　poink
　( ´ω`)つ-( ・O・) Yowch!

(・∀・) Grandpa, is he dead forever?

( ´ﾟωﾟ`) In strange aeons, even death may die, Junior.

( ´ﾟωﾟ`) (・-・ ) You sadistic little f
( ´ﾟωﾟ`) (・-・ )....
( ´ﾟωﾟ`) (・-・ ) You're creeping me out, old man.

(・∀・) Grandpa, why...

( ´ﾟωﾟ`) !

(・∀・) Never mind.

(・∀・) Grandpa, will this be the new format for us?

( ´ﾟωﾟ`) %

(・∀・) Well?

( ´ﾟωﾟ`)

((`ω=ω´))

( ´ω`) Where were we now?

( ´ω`) Oh, yes, I remember.

　　　　　poink
　( ´ω`)つ-( ・O・) Yowch!

( ´ﾟωﾟ`) (・-・ ) You sadistic little f...

( ・-・) I'm outta here.

　　　　　poink
　( ´ω`)つ-( ・O・) Yowch!

( ´ω`) I think I have a new hobby!

　　　　　poink
　( ´ω`)つ-( ・O・) Yowch!

( ・-・) Why do you guys call me beady eyes anyway? My eyes look just like junior's.

(・∀・) No they don't, you nearsighted baboon!

(・∀・) ...

(・∀・) Grandpa, is there something about your history of sexual escapades I should know about?

( ´ω`) Ask your dad. He's got your eyes.

(・∀・) What about Clonepa's eyes? The only difference between you two is that he's a handsome virile young clone while you are an old fart past his prime. You're so weak you barely have the strength to keep your eyes open!

( ´ﾟωﾟ`) What?

((・∀・) Yeah, all you do is sit around and whine and bitch and never actually accomplish anything anymore, why havn't you gotten laid since 1963?

( ´ω`) Clonepa, enough with the masks already.

　　okay.
( ・ω・) つ(・∀・)