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'I'm just naturally like this'

mtroubadour

Published: Mar 6, 2012

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Captain Hammer from Doctor Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog (a three-part web series, look it up on YouTube if you don't have it on disc)

Nathan Fillion does wonderfully cheesy, cartoony face acting in this scene. It was made for cartoon form (and I’m not even sure I simplified it enough).

And these… are not the hammer.

(The hammer is my penis.)

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