this is getting blamed on the grizzly. if it doesn’t kill them all first.

anyway . . . HE’S FUCKING BACK AND ALIVE.

he’s 𝗻𝗼𝘁 acknowledging this whole birthday thing.

HOLDS TIGHT!!!

HUGGING.

why not? the design of it sucks, anyway. he could move the oven somewhere else before he sets it on fire.

RIGHT, IT’S THAT DAY AGAIN. . . . HAPPY BIRTHDAY, OLD MAN!

. . . CRYING ALONG. HOLDING CLOSE.

finally, someone agrees with him. he bets Five likes it —— it screams grumpy old man. Luther will help him . . . whenever he comes home.

😃 birthday fist bump?

now we’re fucking talking! ( cue a fist bump, followed by a hip bump. ) team zero! unstoppable since today . . . many years ago!

slips in the driveway. . . . fUCK! MOTHERFU— gets up and starts kicking a completely uninvolved tree, repeatedly, simultaneously flinging knives at it. FUCKIN’ OVER THIS SHIT—

STOMPS ON THE DRIVEWAY.

fuck this driveway, man.

not fucking cool.

wordlessly hands siren song 🍉 a potted cactus and walks away.

something like that . . . for once, he was rational enough to not punch it after stubbing his toe on the pot and wants it out of his sight. now Tallow can’t say he never did anything nice for him.

beating and kicking the shit out of air.