Germa : your bones are showing.
Russi : cool, bones. I can feed my dog now.
Germa : what the hell

Germa : bro your flesh on your leg ripped off
Russi : i know, im completely fine.

Im bored wanna kill?

Zach: yeee

( germa is german, he drinks beer )

Russi : bro it blew up
Germa : ...what was it again?
Russi : a bomb
Germa : ok, i was daydreaming for a sec