Biggles, I'll trade you my bag for yours. :cry:

No, I WANT BIGGLES' BAG! :gonk:

I'll give you a baby for your bag. :insane:

*throws Facade's baby out the window* NOW WHATCHA GOT TO TRADE WITH, HUH? HUH? YEAH, THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT. I'LL BE GETTING BIGGLES' BAG, THANK YOU.

But I need it... for my shady doings. :cry:

But you'll get this lovely slightly too small plaid purse in exchange!
I also have an old zebra print one with a clamshell opening and metal chain, if that interests you more.

...:gonk:

WHY AREN'T YOU GUYS WORRIED ABOUT MY POOR BABY!? :cry:
This is the last time I sneak into Howdy's room late at night to collect, um... genetic... material... :ninja:

-scurries off to throw a phoenix down at the baby-

Hey! I thought that was a Grey!

So what the hell was that space ship?

That's his pimped out ride courtesy of Xzibit.
Dude, have you seen the inside of it? There's a spaceship inside the spaceship.

See, I knew the whole thing was off!

I've never heard reports of aliens humming Somewhere Over the Rainbow while they probed you.

That's because most of my probees aren't living to tell the tale, Cap'n. :pirate:

Feel grateful that I let you die another day!
-cues crappy James Bond theme-

Thank you, Octopussy. ;~;

LOL!

...I think I'm dying now. :oops:
-dies-

*dresses Facade up as Rose Nylund and gives him a viking funeral*

...Oh damn, this can't bode well. :oops:
Why can't I be Blanche!? :gonk: Am I not whorish enough? IS THAT IT!?!

Ah well, as they say in St. Olaf, "Ta det de gir deg ... Enten i din bak, eller i den tradisjonelle norske Yule Log kake."

SPOILERX

"Take what they give you... Whether in your behind, or in your traditional Norwegian yule log cake."

Hey, you're not dead!

:gonk: Now what am I gonna do with all these 'I gave Facade a traditional viking funeral and all I got was this lousy t-shirt!' shirts?!

*grabs an oar*

That oar isn't meant for your hands. :roll:

-confiscates it and throws it into the piranha-infested waters-

What the hell, my boyfriend was just talking about piranhas...

What the hell, I'm your boyfriend. :roll:

Hey Cherry, your boyfriend's got a rather large poop deck.

You'd have to prove that in the court of law, Howdy. :roll:

I'll see you there!

*digs up Johnny Cochran*

Facade - YOU'RE NOT? WHAT- WH-- YOU'RE BREAKING UP WITH ME ON MENEWSHA? OHGOD. *runs off sobbing*

Sorry, darling, I didn't want to keep leading you on like this! :(
...You mentioned wearing a promise ring, and I just KNEW I couldn't devote myself to you... :ninja:

You're willing to go to court for my poop deck, Howdy? :o Really? You would do that for me?

It's the only sure fire way to see that it's prosecuted to the full extent of the law.

I just hope when they put me on Court TV TruTv, they blur my face.

Well, I want my poop deck blurred, in that case! :talk2hand:

And what crime has my poop deck committed? :oops: