Lamb: Narinder. Look what I found on the internet.
Narinder: =Sigh= What is it now...?
=Lamb x Narinder R34=
Narinder: ...What in gods name...?
Lamb: THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING!
Narinder: And- what the fuck is that thing there?
Lamb: Artists these days are crazy...
Narinder: I need some time to recover from what I jus-... Wait a minute...
Lamb: Huh?
Narinder: YOU didn't happen to draw that, did you?
Lamb: No. The artist signed it.
Narinder: I would rather jump in a pit of spikes and live every moment of it rather than THAT.
Lamb: Finally! Some agreement!
...
Lamb: Should we... burn the evidence?
=Narinder already has a torch=
Narinder: Place it in this bucket of gasoline.
=Lamb drops the evidence=
=Narinder drops the torch=
=The bucket lights on fire and burns the evidence=
=Followers wake up from the extreme heat=
Follower 7: What's =Yawn? happening?
Lamb: You don't wanna know. Trust me.
YOU ARE READING
Cult of the Lamb in a nutshell
HumorI finally know what to put in this field... This is what I'm putting in the field!
