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oompa loompa doopity BRO
Jun. 9th, 2016 08:55 pmThe Tracksuit Draculas, having vanquished, sort of, their really @*#&$ annoying foe, now follow in the footsteps of the lost and forlorn Milli-folken of yore.
(Mike and Indy's footsteps are not literally still visible. This is not the time for amateur tracking skills you totally learned in that movie about frolicking with coyotes, bro.)
"Go this way, bro."
"No, that way, bro."
"Bro?"
"Bro!"
"Seriously, bro!"
What happened to Santo and the Little Dude?
They're adults, bro, they fend for themselves.
After too many disagreements, frequent abuse of the chocolate walls, and brief consideration of bro-icide, the dark tunnel gives way to... a garage.
*SMASH*
"@&#% that car, bro!"
Being stranded in New Loompaland is possibly not great for bros with anger issues.
Sorry to whoever owns that periwinkle El Camino. Good luck getting reimbursed for your windshield!
(Mike and Indy's footsteps are not literally still visible. This is not the time for amateur tracking skills you totally learned in that movie about frolicking with coyotes, bro.)
"Go this way, bro."
"No, that way, bro."
"Bro?"
"Bro!"
"Seriously, bro!"
What happened to Santo and the Little Dude?
They're adults, bro, they fend for themselves.
After too many disagreements, frequent abuse of the chocolate walls, and brief consideration of bro-icide, the dark tunnel gives way to... a garage.
*SMASH*
"@&#% that car, bro!"
Being stranded in New Loompaland is possibly not great for bros with anger issues.
Sorry to whoever owns that periwinkle El Camino. Good luck getting reimbursed for your windshield!
