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Spoiler alert: everyone is a butt and then they all die.

I ban teh spud for not realizing that audio and video are not on the same output.

Or you could just transfer.

Are you kidding? That's sixty bucks!

This would be the part where I bake you into a cake, but I've already done enough cooking today just making dinner for myself.

Also, potato cake? Gross.

I ban teh spud for not supporting his pants; belt, suspenders, whatever, just pick something to hold those things up where they can do some good!

I ban teh spud for trying to eat his pudding without eating his meat.

Also he is full of eyes AND THEY'RE ALL LOOKING AT YOU

"A Certain Slant of Light", by Canadian band The Tea Party, not to be confused with the reactionary political movement.

Yeah, I guess you probably wouldn't know that song anyway.

I graduated high school twelve years ago, and now it's time to work until I die.

Hooray.

Depends on your definition of self-harm. Mine tends to include "waking up".

*wears jeans and a t-shirt to work*

spud is what I decided I would call ed, because it's moderately insulting and sounds kind of like his name.

Just doing my duty, ma'am.

He is a potato with a leakage problem.

*covers cindy in a three-inch thick layer of wax*

I ban teh spud for taking all the appetizers.

Problem solved: lock up the cindy *kennels you*

Chromosomes are overrated, spuddles.

From a certain slant of light.

INACCURATISSIMO *punches you in the throat again*

No, but she can be one of those ones that fetches a can of beer from the fridge, so long as you don't mind it not being quite full when you get it.

I think he needs to wear the bowling ball around his neck.

I ban teh spud for blaming all of his failings on me.