It's me,

Gunman, and I'm here for the Rob Lifell episode.

I'll be a bruiser, old and McNeely.

You're so covered in guns and pouches.

But I have tiny feet that make no sense.

I can't see your feet behind that pile of really convenient mist, Holden.

Where'd the feet go?

Where'd the feet go?

Yeah.

And hi, it's me, uh, Revengeline, your sultry, hot lady who's got boobs the size of basketballs and a spine that looks like a jazz

album in a waveform. Oh my God, she's broken in half. She couldn't hold herself up under her own

boobage and tiny spine. And hold on, one more thing. And hi, I'm eight-year-old Jake.

And I think this is the coolest thing I've ever seen.

There's nothing wrong with this.

There's nothing wrong with this.

And if this is the only form of media, I consume forever, I will die happy.

I was not truly aware of Rob Leifeld's name until I read what I think a lot of us read, bored at our day jobs, that one, what do you even call it, blog post? The, what, 40 or what is it, the 30 worst Rob Leifeld drawings? There's the 40 worst Rob Leifeld drawings. I was a huge fan. There was like a whole cottage industry of like pseudo nerd.

Like I'm talking HTML 1.0s websites.

I'm thinking of progressive boink.

Oh my goodness.

I'm thinking of like liquid generation, I think had some.

But shanbaby.com, another like, landmark one. And all of them just like,

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