Ch-ch-ch-ch.... ah-ah-ah-ah....
Ragged jumpsuit, worn-out boots, tattered gloves, and a battered-and-cracked goalie-mask worn over a misshapen head, a machete stained with who one hopes is only rust clenched tightly in one hand...
Guess who's back.
Jason seems lost; well, for him, anyway. How'd he get here again? At least the bacon-faced man with the stabby-glove and striped shirt is gone. Not to mention the guy who wouldn't shut up about that funny book, who had the metal hand and the shotgun.
"Jason confused... Why everyone alway try hurt him? Jason am good boy, always do what Mama say..."
Guess who's back.
Jason seems lost; well, for him, anyway. How'd he get here again? At least the bacon-faced man with the stabby-glove and striped shirt is gone. Not to mention the guy who wouldn't shut up about that funny book, who had the metal hand and the shotgun.
"Jason confused... Why everyone alway try hurt him? Jason am good boy, always do what Mama say..."