Talk:Prisoner Fruit/@comment-25311645-20140825143438/@comment-25035274-20140825212646


 * Some guy walks into restaurant and takes a fancy to a tall, green skinned, single Ogre.*

"Hey baby. Wanna take a few shots with my...love gun?"

"Sure thing, Cutey. Lemme let the boss know."


 * Three days later, the same guy comes back sporting a swollen lip, with his face black and blue.*

"Heeeeeeeeeelp..."

"Sorry sir. Tricoromille policy explicitly states that all potential girlfriends become the responsibility of the incipient boyfriend upon delivery. No deposit; no return. But you have a great day, Sir!"