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| Hello, oh my brothers. I hope your evening is nice and horrorshow. Shall we go out for some ultraviolence, and some of the ol' twenty to one? | |
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| Ack! Me droogies have betrayed me! I just tapped that woman on the head a bit! I didn't mean to kill her! | |
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| I've been rottin' away in prison... I've taken a liking to the bible, and I viddi in my gulliver being there, givin' Jesus a beating. | |
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| They tried to make me a good little boy by showing making me sick at the sight of the red red krovy, and at the sweet sounds of Ludwig Van. It's inhuman!!! | |
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| Me M&P have given up on me, me old droogs have joined the millicents, and your 'umble narrator is just about to snuff it at the hands of an old victim. | |
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| Layin' in the stretcher, I talked to the nice people and then all of a sudden, I had me old nice and horrorshow thoughts back! I was cured allright... | |
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