Heh, heh, heh. You're toooo late, you'll never find your backpack now. {He then throws the backpack into bushes, then runs the opposite direction. I wonder what his motive is, I mean come on. And same thing with the grumpy old troll, who lives under the bridge.

Bro since I got dirtpilled on Tuesday I have made sooo many worm friends and made them soo many little houses to get married in. Me? Lonely? No you’re the lonely one u lawn owning freak