Now that it's here. All past sins are forgiven and I extol the virtues of our benevolent, beneficent, Overlord and sing his praises from the mountaintops...
How can we repay him for his kindness and the gifts he heaps upon us, his poor lowly junkies?
I would build him a throne constructed from the bones of his enemies.. I would fashion for him a mighty scepter, using the femur of the dreaded Hutchinssss for a handle, and a globe sitting atop, all brushed in platinum so that he might reflect upon himself day and night. I would sit by his beside and whisper sweet nothings into his ears. Sweet nothings such as "The visceral hatred seeped from his every pore turning his vision into a fractured hallucination of the depths of Hell itself! Greedily he swung his bowie knife up, into the soft underbelly of the bulging stomach, crouching down; he thrust skyward, his entire arm following the blade up and into the chest cavity, all the way to his shoulder, the tip of the blade poking out of his throat with a profound sense of finality. A tracheotomy, the hard way. He heard no sound at all, which seemed odd to him somehow. Only then, in passing, did he notice the decided lack of blood. Then, with a sick squelching sound, he withdrew his arm and a torrent of …………..” Yeah, sweet nothings like that… for hours and hours… Thank you Oh Sigler, Thank You!
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