Unintentionally stumbled upon some NSFW fanart.

[quickly]

UH, NO.

Listen up here. I know you didn't mean t'stumble upon those pictures but you coulda just closed the window and moved on with yer life instead'a starin' at 'em! I hope you don't think I'm gonna let ya put me somewhere funny and get me t'do those kindsa things, 'specially with another dude 'cause I ain't doin' it. No way.

No.

Freakin'.

Way.

Got it?

'Snot like yer gonna find another Scout dat wantsta do anythin' of the sort anyway, weirdo.

Now 'scuse me while I ralph, geezus.

Comments

[hasstandards]

I get the feeling I don't want to know what it is you're goin' on about.

[quickly]

Trust me.

You don't.

'Specially since there were a few pictures of you there, too.

[hasstandards]

Wait, what?

[quickly]

Ain't repeatin' it, man.

I don't wanna remember!

[not_onyourside]

I shall buy more film at my earliest convenience.

[quickly]

[Goddamn --
Spy, why are you so creepy?!]

For what?!

[not_onyourside]

For zhe memories of course!

[quickly]

Memories of what?

I ain't doin' anything like that, so you can just stick dat film up yer ass for all I care.

[crediting]

DESTROY IT.

[quickly]

I WOULD IF I COULD!

I can't destroy somethin' on the internet though!

[crediting]

You smash creator, then destroy her work.

Use bat of yours to make them cry very hard.

[quickly]

I really don't feel like listenin' to crying, though.

[lures]

[ ahahahhahahaahah ]

But they exist. What're you going to do?

[quickly]

[It's not funny :(]

Forget about 'em forever!

I don't care what my dumb mun thinks, I ain't gonna do any'a that stuff.

[lures]

[ "can you hear the schadenfreude????" ]

Really, that simple? Sometimes, memorable things are a little hard to forget. Like your mun, for example.

[quickly]

Yeah, it's real simple.

See? I already forgot about 'em.

[Lies.]

[sentryslinger]

Havin' some problems, boy?

[He's trying not to laugh, so help him.]

[quickly]

NO.

I just have a really sick mun, 'sall.

[pocketsurgeon]

I do nicht vant to hear it.

[He never wants to hear about the porn about him ever again. Ever. EVER EVER.]

[quickly]

Pff.

Yer lucky, man. Real, real lucky. I didn't see any pictures'a you there. Or the other Doc.

[pocketsurgeon]

Vell gut. Do nicht go looking for zem.

[In fact, get off the internet entirely.]

[quickly]

I ain't!

I never wanna go lookin' for any'a dat crap. I only care 'bout boobs, man.

[crediting]

DOKTOR.

Let us kill them.

[pocketsurgeon]

Heavy.

[Have a polite nod.]

I don't zink zere ist anyvon to kill. Ze internet ist nicht just von person.

[crediting]

[ clanks bear paws together a few times out of frustration. ]

Am most displeased we cannot turn them into smushy little red hamburgers.