Good gawd! How much weight am I supposed to carry anyway? Like I knew it was too good to be true that my trainer would always be ridin' me, but dam, I never thought I'd be carryin' 2 around! So dudes, after this weeble finally settled down, I was pooped or should say pooped out .....literally.
With Orca on my back I didn't even try to go anywhere, just stood there in shock....waitin' for my back to break.
Listen you overgrown person, loose some weight or I'll be ridin' you 'stead of the other way 'round. And what's with the helmet and crossing guard jacket? Dude!
There's gotta be a limit on the amount I'm forced to haul around. I'm callin' my congressperson.
Turbo.....ciao
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