Hey, Rollo!

[Rob Liefeld]

I have diarrhea like a motherfucker. It's like I'm squirting my brains out through my asshole.

And I know it's that hot dog you got for me a year or so ago that's making me sick!

You fucking dickweed!!

[Rollo Tomassi]

Save it for the BM topic, Rob.

Oh, and PS you bought ME lunch. You didn't eat anything.

[Rob Liefeld]

Oh. That's right. Couldn't be the hot dog, then, unless you've got a bad case of the shits, too. It's probably the triple-decker habanero and fried cheese beanburger with extra marinara sauce (and six venti cups of caramel mocha) I had for lunch. My bad.

We're still besties, right?

[Rollo Tomassi]

If you agree to leave Deathstroke alone for the rest of your natural born life, I might agree to that.

[Venkman]

Oh. That's right. Couldn't be the hot dog, then, unless you've got a bad case of the shits, too. It's probably the triple-decker habanero and fried cheese beanburger with extra marinara sauce (and six venti cups of caramel mocha) I had for lunch. My bad.

Ohmigosh! That sounds delicious! You always make the best sandwiches, Rob! And you tell the best stories about the sandwiches you make! I bet if you made a comic about sandwiches, it would be the absolutely bestest and sell a million copies! Remember Doom's IV? That was awesome!

We're still besties, right?

Y..you let someone else eat your Hot Dog?

[Snigtad Flornbi]

U FAG, U HAEV DIEREAR FROM ME FUKING UR BUTT!@!!!! THAT MAEKS U GAY BUTT NOT ME!!

HA HA! GOT U, FAGGET!!

[Rob Liefeld]

Okay, Rollo, I'm off Deathstroke forever and ever! We're best buds, right? Right?

[Zaphod]

rob, i'd tell you to suck my dick, but that'd be like telling a normal person to go eat a pop-tart.