Trouble's comin'.
I can smell it. On th' air. Somethin' wicked this way comes, boys an' girls.
Been havin' a quiet time of it, lately. Nothin' really gruesome crawlin' around. Nothin' nasty tryin' t'pull an apocalypse outta their arse.
Right boring, if y'ask me. Which nobody did. Tossers.
Ever since I got back from LaLa Land an'
Peaches'
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