what the hell is his name?

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Number Mouth said…
Gleek?
2:05 AM
Number Mouth said…
From Superfriends right?
2:06 AM
Number Mouth said…
NO WAIT...Blip from Space Ghost!
2:08 AM
Number Mouth said…
http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/s/spacgost.htm#blip
2:09 AM
Mr Anigans said…
yeah...i think that's it...you win the prize.
3:36 AM
Number Mouth said…
whats the prize
3:43 AM
Mr Anigans said…
hmm....how about a mutant spork. it's got two tines and a nub.
4:00 AM
Number Mouth said…
Thats fine, I can use it to pick my teeth. Can we call it a "foon" though?
4:27 AM
glomgold said…
Blip! I've been looking all over for you, you rapscallion.
1:32 AM
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