Next time I think I'm a general in the fucking Dark Kingdom instead of an ex-soldier of Satan (I swear there's a difference), please hit me with a Bible. Or point me in the direction of pictures of Ren. Or start chanting the Latin exorcism crap. That gets me pretty damn queasy, all "Vade retro satana, nunquam suaSFDG--" oh my fucking God, I can't
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