Part 68: Skills to make the Kil(roy)s

Do you know what we're going to do with Kilroy instead of make him battle?

Euthanasia?

Good idea, but no. We will send him off into the working world. Like all horrible monsters before him, he shall deliver mail until he becomes disgruntled.







...In his mouth.

I don't see the problem with that.

It was in his mouth!

But it's someone else's mail.

But he keeps it INSIDE his MOUTH!

You're not convincing me to make him stop with that argument.



He spent $1000 on stamps along the way.

THAT SON OF A BITCH! Come on, boy, we're goin' hunting. And you'd better stop dodging those bullets this time.





You'd think it would be easier to shoot a giant stickman.



Oh crap it's another dinosaur.






You know he kept that in his mouth.

Dinosaur mouthes are cleaner than a hospital.

You're making this up, aren't you?

Shh! I'm reading.



...Did you just shush me?

We got another coupon!



Wellllp, time to go bother the nerd.

Why do you hate me so?

It's the hair.

You also kind of have a snotty attitude.

_{I like my hair.}






My hair really isn't that bad, is it?



I mean, sure, I could stand to trim my sideburns a bit, but it's still quite fashionable. I get compliments all the time. Oh, and your stupid monster learned how to shake a bigger rattle. But back to my hair...



A bigger rattle. Just what we needed. Holly, is the shed fixed yet?

Sorry, but you'll have to hang yourself later.

God damn it. Come on, Kilroy. Maybe we can make a murder/suicide pact.




I have no idea how Kurt Cobain made it look so easy. I keep missing, and hitting deer instead. Then Kilroy humps the carcasses until I start to shoot at him, thus making the deer useless and inedible.



Next time, I'm packing a bazooka and- Hey HEY HEY! CUT THAT OUT!



I SAID STOP! THAT IS INAPPROPRIATE!

Uhm...

WHAT IS I-? Oh, sorry. What?



There's an official tournament this week. I think Kilroy's strong enough to make a good showing.



Ehhhh, I'll think about it. And I think we all know what it means when I say that.

I'd rather not imagine what you think about.