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| This is my grave collection. I steal famous bodies & rebury them here. This is Edgar Allen Poe. There's Jim Morrison. That's Dick Sugg. He's not famous, I just thought his name's too cool to pass up. | |
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| At the goth club, when you asked me to come home with you, I was expecting something else, like you wanted to show me your bedroom or something. | |
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| Okay, come on inside then. | |
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| Fool! Don't go inside the house!!! And don't eat the mints!!! | |
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| *shouts* Nice bedroom. Wow, that music's loud! Gregorian Chants, eh? Say, are those body-piercing tools on that altar? | |
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| *shouts* This queen sleeps only with Prince Albert, so drop your pants. We've got to pierce you before my vagina gets dry. | |
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