- Joined
- Nov 12, 2015
Given Chris talks less and less about Barb these days, I sometimes imagine she's slowly being absorbed into the hoard, making her life journey complete.
I'm now picturing this wall of solid junk, but at one point one of the pets runs into it while fleeing the Chandlers and jars it, causing a large Snorlax-shaped hole to open up. Blarb stares at it for long moments, before shrieking "This hole was made for me!" and plunging in.
durr-durr-durrrrrr