Q:
Where did you first meet these guys?
A:
I believe it was Taiwan, I had just purchased a six year old for my sexual exploits, when all of a sudden I heard the worst sounds I had ever heard. Christ, it sounded like some one was castrating a teenager with a spoon.
Q:
Do you get along with them?
A:
If by get along, you mean "try to murder every chance I get", well then, we get along just fine.
Q:
Do you have a funny story about Position?
A:
Well, this one time, I was at my house thinking 'bout that there band, and well, I done saturated my pants. Now thats comedy.
Q:
Not a lot of people like you do they?
A:
Well I'd have to answer no to that but, like I try to tell my family, "...if baby seals didn't want to be clubbed to death and sold on the black market, well then, they wouldn't just sit there in the zoo waiting for me."
Q:
You really are a bastard aren't you?
A:
I'm afraid so, and there'll be plenty more of me once I perfect my cloning machine. So far I can't get the part of the experiment where I cut open the puppy to work quite yet.
Q:
I hate you.
A:
You go to hell and you die!
Q:
Them's fightin' words!
(Pip proceeds to get his ass kicked, real, real, bad.)
