The Repo-Man, Repo! The Genetic Opera, That Multiversal Bar-Place. You know the one.
...
And like that there is a crescendo of drums and a ring of electric guitar and there's a human being in the bar.
Possibly. Maybe.
It's difficult to tell given that he looks like a deranged robot-one which happens (just happens) to be covered in blood.
Not that that matters. Staring at the bar, the Repo man hesitates a fraction of a second before stepping into the bar with a Thud and a thunk.
Welcome the Repo! Man.
Everyone here's all paid up on their organs, all nice and legal....
Right?
And like that there is a crescendo of drums and a ring of electric guitar and there's a human being in the bar.
Possibly. Maybe.
It's difficult to tell given that he looks like a deranged robot-one which happens (just happens) to be covered in blood.
Not that that matters. Staring at the bar, the Repo man hesitates a fraction of a second before stepping into the bar with a Thud and a thunk.
Welcome the Repo! Man.
Everyone here's all paid up on their organs, all nice and legal....
Right?