Blood is really warm,it's like drinking hot chocolatebut with more screaming.

Beth from accountingis just sitting in her careating spaghetti.

Little old laidesspeed away in their wheel chairs,frightened meals on wheels.

If this were real life,Ed would have looked at her neck-bite, dead, burp, credits.

If the dawn should breakand take away this sunrise,I hope I break, too.

Bitting into headsis much harder than it looks.The skull is feisty.

You are so luckythat I cannot rememberhow to use doorknobs.