believe me, I'm not this guy. I promise to you that all the corpses are safe in the motel, fused into one gigantic phallus.
You have to tell us the truth, tell us the story of your mom's hairdryer, and then we'll accept your fate.
Chubby faggots from Denver must be sold by your father.
Remember that your Daughter is in my bed, In Pallet Town.
Don't forget to catch an Illumise, It'll Blow your bedroom.