Other than the fact that I need to stop submitting to urges I get while wandering around Michaels, tired, and sick. Dante ran away while he was asking me what I was painting and I didn't get to tell him, so I figured I would leave this here.
And no, I don't know why.
And no, I don't know why.
Zabuza: Necros.. I am you father..
Necros:
Necros: wait
Necros: aren't you younger than me?
Zabuza: time machine
Necros: gross man
Necros: that's just gross
Necros:
Necros: wait
Necros: aren't you younger than me?
Zabuza: time machine
Necros: gross man
Necros: that's just gross