Not exact matches
They
oughta give every one of their followers a snake to
take home and play... er I mean pray with.
Maybe you can
take this as minor commentary about how the «normal» characters» excessively - masculinized relationships are no less screwed - up than the Farmer's efforts to play house with his victims (the appearance of the latter forcing the two brothers to mend old wounds), but you have no choice except to abandon such thoughts the moment Tracey's curse - laden diatribes are cut short by a shovel crammed into her mouth — which really has nothing on its mind besides «that
oughta shut the bitch up.»
Eggman is evidently up to something again, and considering the lengths he went through to try and
take over the world before, it
oughta be something pretty dang big.