Cry: "Pewds. Where's my cookie?" Pewdie: -mouth full of cookies- "Uuh...Marzia took them..." Cry: "The cookie was mine, Pewds." Pewdie: "Well, look at the ti--" -Cry shoots Pewdie, then blows down the barrel of the gun, and slides on sunglasses.- ░█▀▀▄ ░█▀▀▀ ─█▀▀█ ░█─── ░█──░█ ▀█▀ ▀▀█▀▀ ░█─░█ ▀█▀ ▀▀█▀▀ ░█─░█ ░█▀▀▀ ░█▄▄█ ░█─── ░█░█░█ ░█─ ─░█── ░█▀▀█ ░█─ ─░█── ░█▄▄▀ ░█▄▄▄ ░█─░█ ░█▄▄█ ░█▄▀▄█ ▄█▄ ─░█── ░█─░█ ▄█▄ ─░█──
Wow, the detail in that gun that's brilliant. I have so much trouble drawing gun barrels, could I use this as a reference for a future drawing? I'll give you credit of course.
Cry: You will die Toby Turner! Toby: NAOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Cry: *Fires M1911, BUT nothing happens" Toby: HA! YOUR FAILY GUN OF EPIC FAILY FAIL FAILED! Cry: Shut up... Toby: NO YOU SHADDUP! Cry: ._.
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