"My son, when you saw only one set of footprints... That is when I ditched you and took off into the woods..."
With any luck, "Masakuni" will suspend himself from a rafter.
This doesn't qualify as "fan art" because it's obvious whoever drew it didn't pay very much attention to the boobs.
There hasn't been a memorable Yoshi game since Yoshi's Island and you can take that to the bank.
My baby... my stinky baby...
"Really, Holmes!" I dropped into my seat, shocked. "You are remarkably tall! What are you, six foot six? Six foot eight?"
As the 19th century diver approaches a giant clam, a flash of brilliant golden light flares from within the shell. I emerge in a swirl of bubbles and do the timeless universal underwater hand signals for the following: ZODIAC KILLER, KKK, BLOOD OF YOUTH
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