BBQ GIRLL:

A couple of bobby pins...the idea of moistness...aaand...done!




BBQ GIRLL:

One deverberator, conceptualized and manifested! The stench should already be tricking the Glumdroodler into a matter-form...


I had no idea what she was talking about, and I could barely grasp the thing I was looking at. It didn't even look all that confusing, really, but my mind just sort of refused to get a handle on it.

This had better be the best damned sandwich that door has ever tasted.