NOAH v. JASON:

or “The Pot Calling The Kettle Rotcunt”

 

 

NOAH:

what's up, Pee Cox? You got the mean meat, or what? You want to tangle with the Knuckle Chef? Didn't think so.

 

NOAH:

Ya see, I'm going to make a little cardboard plane, give you some B.A. drugs, and toss you off a cliff. Want to mess with Green Cheetah? Thought so, punk.

 

NOAH:

Hey, Peen Gas, you want to mess with Ninja?

 

NOAH:

Mess? Huh? With the Serious Ninja? You got it, buddy.

 

JASON:

king of poop-arson is not amused, jit-rag.

 

JASON:

Nimhole + Oleanderer + Asshat + Hatass spells YOU, spunkrunner.

 

NOAH:

Oh yeah, well how's about Jizznail + Arbor-crotch + Sackweed + Opahschmidt + Nutpipe equaling YOU?

Dig, Mr. Visible Fart?

 

JASON:

I didn't even GET to yer last name, Not-Beef-Injection.

I'll spare you the details and forcefeed you tarte BURNE with an extra helping of vichyssoise de FACE.

I'll let you get back to being sodomized by Hitler dressed up like Frankenstein, like WHAT!!!

Oak Park Wiccans, MARK!

"Blessed Be"-yotch,

Warlock Cock

 

JASON:

You been shit-pie-a-la-MODED, like WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

NOAH:

You don't know shit from meccaleka-hi-mecca-cooter-pie a la choad.

Who ain't so Smurfy now?

 

NOAH:

You there? You puttin' salve on your BURNS?