Sorry, I was just off talking to your dentist and assuring him I wouldn't put you in too much agony!
Did you say something? I thought I heard the words, "Oh Lord please don't make me suffer when Dave eats me for breakfast in a cage match! Please don't let me bleed too much!"
Well, Snarf, you better not bleed too much, because we're using all the mops already to clean up your overflowing diapers!
You didn't say that? Maybe I've just become telepathic! There is some good promo stuff in there....
Dave the Telepathic vs Snarf the Pathetic!
And in that order!
Now, we've heard a lot of RASH PROMISES from Snarf...
We've heard a lot of LOOSE TALK....
We've heard a lot of GARBLED NONSENSE....
But I plan to put a stop to the verbal diahorrea when I tie your tongue into a knot and knock your teeth out! Your dentist says we can use your front tooth as a tombstone for dead cockroaches! I'm sorry, Snarf, I wasn't aware your identical twin had passed away!
Now as far as I'm concetrned we should get onto this warm up match before I face the real event, the only man who can beat me....yes, an Evil Twin Cloned Version of Myself!
I don't know whether to pity all the women out there for now having a choice, or congratulate them for thier good taste!
Ha! I'm joking! Even medical science couldn't duplicate the wonder of Me!
Everyone should tell Snarf to give up now! Won't somebody think of the children?
