Well, wassup there, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Hoes call me Sarah n' I be 17 muthafuckin years old. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I wanna bust a nut on a pimped out deal of thangs, mostly anime. I be also like a gangbangin' hustla of comedy, mostly dirty humor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. I hope ta become a cold-ass lil funny-ass muthafucka someday, so anytime I make you laugh be a point fo' me biaaatch! Please, trip off mah blog. I be bloggin like a muthafucka up in dis biatch. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat know I aint responsible fo' any fuck-up you might git while navigatin mah blog. I be bloggin like a muthafucka up in dis biatch.
I have this headcanon where Steve’s son is born with his original health maladies and wants to grow up to be just like his dad - and Steve is confronted with all these feelings of inadequacy as a father because he realizes his son can’t grow up to be like him. But no kid will probably ever be better protected from bullies, considering who all his uncles are. It’s probably just a matter of time before Uncle Tony builds him some really sweet replacement braces (“Should they have spinning rims? I feel like they should have spinning rims.”)