You people are all alike, You march in here, young! try and touch the local things. I suppose next you’ll be spraying me with one of those cans of paint, smearing poor Tubbs here with excrement.
You people are all alike, You march in here, young! try and touch the local things. I suppose next you’ll be spraying me with one of those cans of paint, smearing poor Tubbs here with excrement.
