☠ LXIII
Oh, Death Scythe, don't you worry, baby. Mommy won't let anything happen to you. No letting mean old William take you away for those illegal modifications, or a nasty City curse dump you on the lawn like some normal hedge trimmer or something~
City, City. I must applaud you! I truly must!
Here comes a candle to light you to bed.
Here comes a chopper to chop off your head.
Chip chop, chip chop, the last man's dead.
I adore little things like that, you know. There's nothing sweeter than children innocently singing about the darkest of times and the most morbid of deaths!
Aaah, but more importantly than that, there's nothing like the feel of a fluttering heart, preferably a maiden's, able to be serenaded by such pleasantries~!
[dramatic, romantic sigh]
City, City. I must applaud you! I truly must!
Here comes a candle to light you to bed.
Here comes a chopper to chop off your head.
Chip chop, chip chop, the last man's dead.
I adore little things like that, you know. There's nothing sweeter than children innocently singing about the darkest of times and the most morbid of deaths!
Aaah, but more importantly than that, there's nothing like the feel of a fluttering heart, preferably a maiden's, able to be serenaded by such pleasantries~!
[dramatic, romantic sigh]