" there was this store down near my daddy'sshop that sold liquor cheap. red hot pussy liquor with booger at the helm. "
snickering. ah, good ol' booger. fond memories of halloween. crouching down before opening a door, letting the trap whizz pass her head.
the question is phrased like handling an unruly child. makesher scowl like a petulant child as the organ is dropped with a grumble.
" whatever, man. " battery claimed before the body is abandoned. always hated the puzzles. guessing games with pain involved. —
Day one of being back in Sinyala's sewer circuit, and he's already wishing for another cave-in. Playing babysitter still has its startles ; both of his hands are up, as he tries to pack back in his disgust. Eyes up to the impartial tin sky, as he sucks in rancid air—