|
|
|
|
 |
 | |  |
| In the old days, my work was a whole lot easier. I mean, people would fear me abjectly. Children would tremble in their jerkins when they heard my name! It was terrific! | |
 | |  |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| | |
| Then along comes that damned band, Blue Oyster Cult. They start sayin, "Ooh! Don't fear the Reaper! Ooh, look at me! I'm not fearing the Reaper!" | |
| | |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| | |
| Work has been a living hell since. | |
| | |
|
|
|
