Booker is back! I know I said I was going to update more, but I’ve had my head pretty stuck in Red Dead Redemption 2. Still, I can’t forget Halloween, much like how I can’t forget Booker. The two of them go hand in hand, probably, so here you go.
BOOKER: WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT
BOOKER: For fuck sake, Howard, I told you I’m not reviewing this shit any more. Not reviewing any shit. Done. Period.
HAROLD: My name’s Harold, not Howard.
BOOKER: I honestly don’t give a shit.
HAROLD: Come on, Booker! You’re the best in the business at this stuff! A living legend! Everyone loves you! Even I love you.
BOOKER: Please, Harold, spare me. I know full well that I have zero profile. I’m not falling for your usual attempts to stroke my ego so that you can trick me into reviewing some garbage. Unpaid reviews for garbage, I might add.
HAROLD: I’ve told you before, the cheques are in the post, Booker!
BOOKER: They’re always in the fucking post, Harold. Done with it. Not bothered.
BOOKER: There. Do it yourself.
HAROLD: Booooooooooooker 😦
BOOKER: Look, Howard. I’ll be honest with you, you kinda fucked this whole review dealio up when you got me this pub to build.
HAROLD: In that case, you should be grateful to me!
BOOKER: Yeah, Howard, but you know I don’t believe in gratitude.
HAROLD: I demand that you review these cards!
BOOKER: Hey, Harold. You want to know the best thing about the pub?
BOOKER: There’s only one glass, so I don’t have to drink with you.
HAROLD: Shit. 😦
what the fuck is this shit D:
FENCEBOT: Um, you asked for, well, lodging, my lord?
yes but the box is too small 😡
FENCEBOT: That, may be, the, uh, case, but, I’ve been assured, that it’s, Halloween, well, magic shit.
but the box is too fukken small and it doesn’t even look like a house fencebot you fukk 😡
FENCEBOT: I promise, my lord, this, uh, is the, well, Haunted House Lego set, that you asked for, specifically.
well ok fencekunt but if ur wrong it’s not ur head on the line >:)
ill just burn this lil cats face off if its yet another fence fukk up
FENCEBOT: Please, Lord, no!
good ur scared shitless XD
let the building commence 🙂
hoobity boobity hoo
okay fencebot the cat is fukken dyin 😡
FENCEBOT: No, wait! This isn’t actually so, uh, bad, my lord.
FENCEBOT: Look, this thing, it’s kinda, uh, nice?
FENCEBOT: There’s totally, a haunted house, um, here! It’s just, in the, distance! Um, see?
FENCEBOT: And you get a, um, cauldron, too?
no fencebot, this is a piece of shit
i dont want no distant house. it’s just fukken tiny bricks! >:|
look at this superficial bullshit 😡
the cat fukken dies 🙂
oh shit guess my magic doesn’t work against cats 😦
well that’s frustrating 😡
what the fukk am i supposed to kill now DX
BOOKER: Oi, what’s all this racket?
BOOKER: Eh? Who the fuck are you?
BOOKER: What the fuck what was that?
my magic doesn’t work on people either >:?
BOOKER: Did you build that piece of shit over there?
this is fukken BULLSHIT D:<
FENCEBOT: I’ll, handle this, my Lord.
FENCEBOT: Greetings, uh, mortal. We’re, the, um, well, League of, uh, Extraordinary, Bastards?
BOOKER: You use way too many commas.
FENCEBOT: I, uh, know that, I’m Fencebot, it’s kind of, my, thing, I guess.
BOOKER: I thought your thing would be fencing. Also, being a robot.
FENCEBOT: Yeah, well, I, um, don’t really do, either of those, uh, things?
enough of this fukken malarky 😡
hoolae hoolae hoolae
BOOKER: Yeah, I don’t really think that’s working, mate.
HAROLD: What’s all this racket?
ACE BANANA: Yeah, we’re trying to review some cards over here, bro!
BOOKER: The banana? You got the fucking banana back? Seriously?
HAROLD: I didn’t have many options, alright?
excuse me 😡
ACE BANANA: Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?
excuuuuuuuuse me >:((
BOOKER: It means that you’re a fucking shitter and that nobody likes you.
ACE BANANA: Oh. Well, alrighty then!
i am your fukken LORD and i will be pandered to >:|
BOOKER: Alright, well, I’m going back into the pub. I was just about to beat one of those generic Lego dudes at pool. Fencebot, you coming with?
FENCEBOT: Uh, really?
you will not steal my peon D:<
BOOKER: Shut the fuck up, I’m speaking to Fencebot.
BOOKER: Sure. You’re a robot, so you’re not going to be stealing my drink. Plus, you probably got a mechanical mind or some shit, so you can figure out the perfect angle for my pool shots.
FENCEBOT: But, I’m, not, really, a, um, robot.
BOOKER: Right. You’re not invited then.
BOOKER: Make sure you take that ugly piece of shit away before you leave.
ACE BANANA: I love Booker! He’s such a nice guy!
HAROLD: Hey, Fencebot.
FENCEBOT: Uh, yeah?
HAROLD: You want a job reviewing some cards or whatever?
stop trying to steal my shit!! 😡
FENCEBOT: Um, I mean, sure, I guess. My Lord is, kind of a jerk, and it turns out that, well, he can’t, really, hurt me, so?
HAROLD: Good. Ace, you’re fired.
ACE BANANA: Sweet!
HAROLD: Come on, Fencebot. Let’s see if we can’t somehow limit your overwhelming supply of commas.
dont you fukken DARE fencebot >:|
FENCEBOT: Oh, that’d, be, pretty, sweet, I, uh, guess.
HAROLD: Fuck my life.
what the FLIPPIN FUKK 😡
ACE BANANA: Don’t worry! I’m in the market for a new job! Let’s talk benefits!
oh fukk no 😐 mister you can fukk off >:P
ACE BANANA: Oh come on now, rude guy! Someone’s gonna have to get rid of this piece of shit Lego construction for you!
perhaps ur right 🙂 but we will not get rid of it >:)
we will push it to a nearby secret location and it will serve as our EVIL BASE 😀
ACE BANANA: Right on, diggity dog!
and then 🙂
AND THEN THAT BOOKER BASTARD WILL KNOW PAIN >:)
he will know my name 🙂 he will know that … 😀
I AM CLIVE
FENCEBOT: I mean, these are, kind of, uh, cool, I guess?
FENCEBOT: They got, uh, all these, people, on ’em? That I’ve, never really, heard of, I suppose?
FENCEBOT: And, uh, these construction cards, which seem to require, pretty specific, bricks?
HAROLD: You need to work some punch in there.
HAROLD: You know, some punch. This is a Halloween special, you really ought to get spooky or something.
FENCEBOT: Don’t they, normally do stuff, like, trick or treating, on Halloween specials? I mean, that’s what I, seem to, uh, remember, from my, limited time, with the, uh, television.
HAROLD: Yeah, well. Just deliver your final words while wearing this pumpkin.
FENCEBOT: Uh, okay. The cards, are, pretty, neat, I guess. Happy, um, Halloween?
HAROLD: Fuck sake.