What did the old man give you? Inuyasha: ....a piece of crumbled paper. Must you really follow me... Michael Jackson's....relative?
Take me axe of pop-ness fury!! ::audience gags:: Nothing like the smell of a cacoon of mucus and vomit in the afternoon!
The only time Miroku isn't getting fresh in that position. ^_^ What the hell is in front of me? And what the hell happened to my stomach?? I hope that's mac and cheese I see...  


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