Next Time I'll Pat You On The

Rose Took My Nose, I Suppose

What Would I Do Without You? I'd Die Of Stress And Depression Before Nature Killed Me.

Vince Couldn't Stop Talking, Spilling Thoughts That Had Obviously Churned Inside Him For Years. "we Could've Stopped The Spread Of The Disease A Lot Better Than We've Been Able To Cure The Disease... Thought The Magical Cure Would Save Them In The End. But If We Wait Any Longer We'll Run Out Of People To Save.

Kill Me!" And Then Newt's Eyes Cleared, As If He'd Gained One Last Trembling Gasp Of Sanity, And His Voice Softened. "please, Tommy. Please." With His Heart Falling Into A Black Abyss, Thomas Pulled The Trigger.

You Are The Shuckiest Shuck Faced Shuck In The World!