I have your little boyfriend.

He's so much fun to make scream.

Have you ever heard him scream before?

Delicious sound really.

Gets me all excited until I just have to fuck him, s'more, but I'm sure you know how that is.

To the stupid, insignificant demon or demons who killed Brando and should be burned on a stick over a fire for your wretched, normal, human job at it: I hope you're ready to die. And soon.

I would like to mention that it is not going to be pretty. You don't cross me like that and get away with it.

He was mine.

Dear, sweet Chicago.

It has been far, far too long, and what happy news it is to find that you are the glorious, magnificent center of the end of everything.

I hope you're prepared. All of you out there.

I do enjoy working to make you scream.