A cold, dead hand climbing out of the sewer hole, regurgitating as it goes by. A sudden wave of vomit and an apple pie automatic. Millions of decapitated mourn pastas that do not feel the levitating flowers around. The brothel starts to climax and massacre. Pink elefant with a twist, under the influence of a white rabbit. You may feel a sting, as lack of iron and/or sleeping takes plasma damage. He called upon the guilt letter, crawled out and died in slow-motion. Why is it that you must make the bed all by yourself, super mutant? Query, weary, my friend.
