*takes out banjo* They say around these parts that horror was born on a night when it rained knives and candy, and when the knives and candy come down again, he'll come back and he'll lead us into the promised land where rivers of beer flow free and everybody gets their own panda to ride. Most folks reckon that's just the old folks a jawin' about this and that, but once in awhile he comes a pokin' out to say hello and not answer his pms.
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