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[buttstallion]

Somebody kill me now.

No. No I'm serious. Kill me. There's nothing worse than finding a group of degenerates social networking their petty bandit bullcrap where everyone can see their dirty skid-marked underoos.

I'm talking about you, Moxxi dear.

SPEAKING of which. Collecting underwear for loot? Oh man. I mean. Sometimes I think maybe I'm too harsh on the mind blowingly low rap I give you subhuman scumbags. Then I find out you're actually hutning for underwear.

I guess--I mean if you're poor and ugly, you take what you can get. I wouldn't know anything about that. Seeing as that I'm attractive and rich. And apparently more successful. Owning a multi-million dollar corporation, obliterating your slag-infested villages, and uh. I dunno. Being me. Period.

Oh yeah. I'm not scrounging around for some gross old hag's panties.

PEE ESS: if you hand over those two Sirens, I'll make sure you never look at another grandma's taint staints ever again! Also. I'll throw in my leftover hamburger Wilhelm made me last night.

Yeah that's right. My war machine makes me burgers.

Suck it, Vault Hunters.