安装 Steam						
					
				
				
									登录
											 | 
						语言
						
																																															繁體中文(繁体中文)
																													日本語(日语)
																													한국어(韩语)
																													ไทย(泰语)
																													български(保加利亚语)
																													Čeština(捷克语)
																													Dansk(丹麦语)
																													Deutsch(德语)
																													English(英语)
																													Español-España(西班牙语 - 西班牙)
																													Español - Latinoamérica(西班牙语 - 拉丁美洲)
																													Ελληνικά(希腊语)
																													Français(法语)
																													Italiano(意大利语)
																													Bahasa Indonesia(印度尼西亚语)
																													Magyar(匈牙利语)
																													Nederlands(荷兰语)
																													Norsk(挪威语)
																													Polski(波兰语)
																													Português(葡萄牙语 - 葡萄牙)
																													Português-Brasil(葡萄牙语 - 巴西)
																													Română(罗马尼亚语)
																													Русский(俄语)
																													Suomi(芬兰语)
																													Svenska(瑞典语)
																													Türkçe(土耳其语)
																													Tiếng Việt(越南语)
																													Українська(乌克兰语)
																									报告翻译问题
							
						
 
											 
													


 
						 
						 
						

 
			





"you are not on trial for shooting the mayor. you are on trial for being on trial"
"but im innocent"
"by proclaiming your innocence, it proves your on trial. what say you jury?"
"*random ass caveman noises*"
"its a jury of your mental peers"
"what sort of law is this?"
"laaws? laws are illegal here. GUILTY! i sentence thee to three glimpses into your own soul"
"i can do that with my third eye tied behind my back"
"very well then. seven glimpses"
"NOOOOOOOOOO"
Ugh!
BUT SOMETIMES THEY GET UP IN THE AIR AND YOU NEED TO PUT THEM IN THEIR PLACE!! HYAH!! *whip* IM SENDING YOU OUT TO WORK THE FIELDS!!
Whippidy whippidy woah!! And what do you call these.. wind monkeys? Wigga-boos?
Wiggers.
I caught this wigger looking sauces at my mistress.
You totally broke wind!