YEA! (puts up hammock) But first...( Death's Syth becomes a mental control whip, grabbs Taylor's guns and back twords Michael) Ill have to confiscate these( puts in pocket)
Well, I need money, and I need it really bad. I have to buy Angie that piano that her heart desires. She doesn't want that ferret that I bought from the flea market.
um....ok...then...anyways...question for all: Would it be good with the poem streak so far...to create a poem...about...about...look at thread...Im Afraid of Me...