Deep down in the drug infested parts of Gotham City, Henka is having deep philosphical thoughts about his part in the world pattern.
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| Man, I don't wanna be a cow for the rest of my life, plz God make me fat & famous with the singing of the nighting gale. | |
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After a quick sneak in to Bodil's room, Henka has the karoake equipment set up.
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| Perhaps dressing up as my second idol xNorpanx will do it! "Är det nån som ska meeed på eeeefterfeeeeesst lalala" | |
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After being raped, chemically castrated, thrown out cold and passed out in a puddle of his own shit, puke and piss, Henka is back in his fort.
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| Henrik, fuck right of if you think you'll play a part, you're fucking career was doomed from the start! | |
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| Mommy, mommy I want mommy! | |
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