Mar 12, 2008 11:44
Theirs a lot to be angry about. Their not fucking around. Their really starting to take over our place. Something needs to be done. We need a gardener, a brutal gardener.
A thorough, thoughtful gardener. An iron gardener perhaps. Unless these weeds are dealt with, they’ll poison everything. They are poisoning everything. Some people try not to think about life's ugliness. I've thought about it. I've thought about it quite a lot. Something should be done to these people. Something to make them suffer. The way they've made us suffer. At the very least their tongues should be cut out... at the very least.
What happen?
Someone set up us the bomb.
We get signal.
What?
Main screen turn on.
It's you!
How are you gentlemen? All your base are belong to us. You are on the way to destruction.
What you say?
You have no chance to survive make your time. Ha ha ha...