Puphead: dad, can we get some ice cream pwease?

Djimmi: No, puphead! Wait!

Car: *hits pup head*

Djimmi: OH FUCK!!

(Later at the hospital.)

Kahl: your son has a fractured spine. She will be paralyzed for the rest of his life.

Djimmi: Ever since his original maker died, he is all I got left.

(Later at an ally.)

Djimmi: *gives contract to king dice* Later! Let's go home, son.

Puphead: daddy, can we still get ice cweam?

(Later in djimmi's bedroom.)

Puphead: *in a black (rape.) dress* Why did you put me in your bed, daddy? I'm not tired yet. Why am I wearing this dress? I'm not a girl. Are we going to church? Daddy?

Djimmi: *rape face*

(Am I a bad person for making this? Probably.)

PARTY ON!!