Travis Touchdown lives on as a spectre in my mind. He whispers in my ear: that flourescent lightbulb could be a wicked sword

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Travis Touchdown lives on as a spectre in my mind. He whispers in my ear: that flourescent lightbulb could be a wicked sword
Have wanted to cosplay that dude so bad solely on the basis of how fucking raw that sword design is