I always dreamt of BMX. Ha!
Got no more time for dreaming.
My Ex-Wife resisted bringing our.
9 year old son Timmy.
-No dad, I don't...
-Come on.
-I don't wanna go.
-You're going.
-I really don't.
-Shut up son.
-Gah
We don't need a car
-Dad, that's a cliff.
I'll just hold
-Um
the spacebar
-Dad you're going to fast.
-Argh!
-No, dad!
Respawn at the start,
Didn't get very far.
-We never do, dad.
-Shut up son!
I ride a bike with my son,
We always have so much fun.
-No we don't.
Unless there's mines on the ground,
-Dad, landmine!
Then things are gonna get bloody.
-Oh no!
I ride a bike with my son,
-Dad!
Sometimes we do bottle runs
-Nooo!
Sometimes we dodge harpoon guns
-Aow!
Sometimes I get to launch Timmy
-What? Nooo!
Sometimes I get to launch Timmy
-Noo!
For Tim's perspective, just press C.
-Noooo!
I think it's time to get bloody.
I think it's time to get bloody.
Oh No!
-Dad, stop.
-I can't, son.
-Give up, dad.
-I don't know how.
-It's just not fun anymore Dad.
-Ah, so you admit it was fun once?
-Gah!
It's hard to keep on living.
-Arghhh, God!
This course is unforgiving.
-Gargh
-Oh no, Dad!
-Gargh
I doubt that will be healing.
-Dad, you should go to the hospital.
-I don't have insurance.
Son, keep the handles steady.
-Dad, what are you doing?
-Winning son, Charlie Sheen.
-Oh God.
We've come too far
to give up on this course.
-I disagree... Argh!
-Aowww!
I don't need my arms,
that's what my son is for.
-No dad, slow down!
-Wooooo!
We're riding towards a big jump.
We fly in front of the sun,
's about time we finally won.
Think we have earned a victory.
-Yesss!
-Yay
-We did it!
-Yay
-Oh yeah!
-Oh good.
-Wanna go again?
-No!
-You know what I'm gonna do?
-I'm gonna put on my victory helmet.
-Oh, you look like a robot!
Robotic dance of victory
Robotic dance of vic-
Robotic dance of victory
Robotic dance of vic-
Robotic dance of victory
Robotic dance of victory
Robotic dance of victory
Robotic dance of victory
-I'm irresponsible mom.
-Thought I should be in this song.
-He rides a bike with our son.
-Don't wanna fight for custody.
-I'm kinda glad when he's gone.
-I got two kids of my own.
-And killing us would be wrong
-Unless it happens out of frame.
-Whoa!
-Good one son!
-Aargh!
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I always dreamt of BMX. Ha!
Got no more time for dreaming.
My Ex-Wife resisted bringing our.
9 year old son Timmy.
-No dad, I don't...
-Come on.
-I don't wanna go.
-You're going.
-I really don't.
-Shut up son.
-Gah
We don't need a car
-Dad, that's a cliff.
I'll just hold
-Um
the spacebar
-Dad you're going to fast.
-Argh!
-No, dad!
Respawn at the start,
Didn't get very far.
-We never do, dad.
-Shut up son!
I ride a bike with my son,
We always have so much fun.
-No we don't.
Unless there's mines on the ground,
-Dad, landmine!
Then things are gonna get bloody.
-Oh no!
I ride a bike with my son,
-Dad!
Sometimes we do bottle runs
-Nooo!
Sometimes we dodge harpoon guns
-Aow!
Sometimes I get to launch Timmy
-What? Nooo!
Sometimes I get to launch Timmy
-Noo!
For Tim's perspective, just press C.
-Noooo!
I think it's time to get bloody.
I think it's time to get bloody.
Oh No!
-Dad, stop.
-I can't, son.
-Give up, dad.
-I don't know how.
-It's just not fun anymore Dad.
-Ah, so you admit it was fun once?
-Gah!
It's hard to keep on living.
-Arghhh, God!
This course is unforgiving.
-Gargh
-Oh no, Dad!
-Gargh
I doubt that will be healing.
-Dad, you should go to the hospital.
-I don't have insurance.
Son, keep the handles steady.
-Dad, what are you doing?
-Winning son, Charlie Sheen.
-Oh God.
We've come too far
to give up on this course.
-I disagree... Argh!
-Aowww!
I don't need my arms,
that's what my son is for.
-No dad, slow down!
-Wooooo!
We're riding towards a big jump.
We fly in front of the sun,
's about time we finally won.
Think we have earned a victory.
-Yesss!
-Yay
-We did it!
-Yay
-Oh yeah!
-Oh good.
-Wanna go again?
-No!
-You know what I'm gonna do?
-I'm gonna put on my victory helmet.
-Oh, you look like a robot!
Robotic dance of victory
Robotic dance of vic-
Robotic dance of victory
Robotic dance of vic-
Robotic dance of victory
Robotic dance of victory
Robotic dance of victory
Robotic dance of victory
-I'm irresponsible mom.
-Thought I should be in this song.
-He rides a bike with our son.
-Don't wanna fight for custody.
-I'm kinda glad when he's gone.
-I got two kids of my own.
-And killing us would be wrong
-Unless it happens out of frame.
-Whoa!
-Good one son!
-Aargh!
Got no more time for dreaming.
My Ex-Wife resisted bringing our.
9 year old son Timmy.
-No dad, I don't...
-Come on.
-I don't wanna go.
-You're going.
-I really don't.
-Shut up son.
-Gah
We don't need a car
-Dad, that's a cliff.
I'll just hold
-Um
the spacebar
-Dad you're going to fast.
-Argh!
-No, dad!
Respawn at the start,
Didn't get very far.
-We never do, dad.
-Shut up son!
I ride a bike with my son,
We always have so much fun.
-No we don't.
Unless there's mines on the ground,
-Dad, landmine!
Then things are gonna get bloody.
-Oh no!
I ride a bike with my son,
-Dad!
Sometimes we do bottle runs
-Nooo!
Sometimes we dodge harpoon guns
-Aow!
Sometimes I get to launch Timmy
-What? Nooo!
Sometimes I get to launch Timmy
-Noo!
For Tim's perspective, just press C.
-Noooo!
I think it's time to get bloody.
I think it's time to get bloody.
Oh No!
-Dad, stop.
-I can't, son.
-Give up, dad.
-I don't know how.
-It's just not fun anymore Dad.
-Ah, so you admit it was fun once?
-Gah!
It's hard to keep on living.
-Arghhh, God!
This course is unforgiving.
-Gargh
-Oh no, Dad!
-Gargh
I doubt that will be healing.
-Dad, you should go to the hospital.
-I don't have insurance.
Son, keep the handles steady.
-Dad, what are you doing?
-Winning son, Charlie Sheen.
-Oh God.
We've come too far
to give up on this course.
-I disagree... Argh!
-Aowww!
I don't need my arms,
that's what my son is for.
-No dad, slow down!
-Wooooo!
We're riding towards a big jump.
We fly in front of the sun,
's about time we finally won.
Think we have earned a victory.
-Yesss!
-Yay
-We did it!
-Yay
-Oh yeah!
-Oh good.
-Wanna go again?
-No!
-You know what I'm gonna do?
-I'm gonna put on my victory helmet.
-Oh, you look like a robot!
Robotic dance of victory
Robotic dance of vic-
Robotic dance of victory
Robotic dance of vic-
Robotic dance of victory
Robotic dance of victory
Robotic dance of victory
Robotic dance of victory
-I'm irresponsible mom.
-Thought I should be in this song.
-He rides a bike with our son.
-Don't wanna fight for custody.
-I'm kinda glad when he's gone.
-I got two kids of my own.
-And killing us would be wrong
-Unless it happens out of frame.
-Whoa!
-Good one son!
-Aargh!