Could you imagine how those days in the Rockstar office went for the artist who made the junk?
"Hey Randy, want to grab luuuun--- WHAT THE FUCK, MAN!?"
"Sorry, I still have a few pubes and wrinkles to detail. Come back in thirty minutes."
"Hey Randy, want to grab luuuun--- WHAT THE FUCK, MAN!?"
"Sorry, I still have a few pubes and wrinkles to detail. Come back in thirty minutes."