All disapproval, all the time.
Disapproved of by
I'll get that fat guy when he trys to squeeze his way down that chimney!
"Look at them all, Smithers! Breathing my precious air and eating my hay! Little do they realise that their days of suckling at the teat of Lars Bunns are over! I've got a plan that'll wipe the smiles from all their faces!"
Finally, the hoomins have put all the bunny supplies on autopay. Now we can execute Plan Yogurt Drop.
It was just a matter of time before the buns launched their plan of world domination...the wheels are now in motion....
I don't think it means anything good for me.
Oh yes, that one is familiar to us, and it never spells anything good!
Oh dear, I fear for all of my transgressions. Must run far, far away from Lars.
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