I didn't make him eat it, his fellow tard did. The banana was covered
in mustard because it opened a mustard packet and squeezed it all over the
banana.
It's just good clean fun. I wish I was a tard. None of this "go
to work, pay taxes, watch the news, hate people, want to kill them all,
want to die" stuff. Just gimme bananas and mustard, yo!
"None of this "go to work" stuff."
No way, tards are modern slaves.
Clean that shit on my shoe!
Wipe that vomit off the floor!
Attack the mailman!
...sweeeeet!...