[what

what the fuck is that.

kaz is momentarily lost for words, so he leans over to estelle instead, lowering his voice to a bare whisper.]

Ugh. It looks like a cat ate a bunch of leaves and then vomited them into a pile, and the pile put on some Christmas livery and started talking. Classic demonic shit.

I'll try kicking him in the ballsack. You can't reason with communists—they don't see the value of value.