Dead Kittens & Bloody Band-Aids
I love Pocky and I don't know why. Calling Jobs and kicking babies, Drinking Sunny D, and Setting people on fire with gasoline. It's okay, the fumes burn before the flesh does, and people get all scared and scream as they see themselves on fire, wasting the adrenaline for when they need it. So when the flesh starts to boil the pain is full time and the screams become marvelous. Though that awful smell of burning hair is distracting from delicious smell of the flesh. But thats why I bring a can of air spray, which has to be aerosol so I can make fireballs on the carcass for more fun. They tend to scream even louder, and I can't help but laugh. Some people call me sadistic, but I prefer artistic.