- waitress: i'm sorry we're all out of mozzarella sticks
- waitress: sir please stop cyring
I’ve never met cr1tikal but I trust him.
I feel if I was in any horror situation I would be so safe and calm because with any other person they would be screaming and crying but if he and I were trapped in a building surrounded by ravenous mutants he would just be deadpan like “they are so rude I can’t believe this. Let’s blow this Popsicle stand.”
"You’ve gotta be stirring my pasta"