THE ELISHA COOK JR KWIZ
The thought bubble over Elisha’s head would read:
a. Oh no, not again.
b. How can that many guns all be pointing at me?
c. I’ve got to think quick … yes, sir, quick … quick thinking … quick … uhhhhhhhm …
d. He bit the head off the turkey, and now he’s looking at me.
e. But I don’t want to marry the spawn of Satan.
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