TORONTO PUBLIC TRANSIT OFFICERS NOW KNOWN AS P.O.O.S
It’s a crappy job, eh.
It’s a crappy job, eh.
Why does anybody even fly anymore?
There will be blood.
Eight arms to hold you, ’til dinner.
Hey, buddha buddha buddha buddha… ssssswinnng!!!
rrrrRRRRUUUUUNNNNnnnnnn!
We won’t stand for this!
Imagine explaining that to the warden.