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"But going off to hunt real... monsters? It's too dangerous! We're just trappers, and most of what we get is roadkill!" *sigh*
"But how do you know this, granny?" Mary asked as she gathered these things. "A witch? What is happening?"
"But what big teeth you have, grandmother!" said Little Red.
"Butcher Pete": how much should we read into this song? You make the call!
"Calvin buys almost all our stock every month. It's good money. It's enough for your weird.. art..." No! Don't make her feel bad, damn it.
"Confirmed nuclear strike on New York. Shit. Shit."
"Dear Hearts and Gentle People" is coming up next. This one always makes me smile, thinking about the people in my life who fit that description...
"Everyone who hates his brother is a murderer; and you know that no murderer has eternal life present in him."
"Fee-fi-fo-fum! I smell the blood of an Englishman! Be he alive or be he dead, I'll grind his bones to make my bread!" the giant bellowed.
"Granny, we must get him to his bed. He's in pain!" Mary shrieked.
"Horrifying monsters coming out of the walls"! That's what it was. Libby, Libby... when will you learn?
"Hurry! Once you have started, the Witch's familiars will become attracted to your activities," her granny ignored her question.
"I don't see any blood," Pa Bellwether sighed as he looked down the well while Mary's parents waited for the Sheriff.
"I Don't Want to Set the World On Fire" is next, and don't worry, Ink Spots. Someone already beat you to it!... Too much? Too soon? Sorry.
"I'm going to my sick grandmother's house on the other side of this forest with this basket of goodies," the naive girl replied.
"I, Calvin van Lowe, hereby agree... accountability... death and or dismemberment..." blah, blah, blah...
"It?" Can you be more specific?
"Just buy an apartment up in Watoga. Ain't that supposed to be the city of the future?" Then he sneered at me and laughed.
"Keep all the-" *static*
"Little pig, little pig, let me in!" Said the wolf.
"Morris, how can you be hungry when you're still so fat?" Well, you know what I say to that?
"No Pa! She is drawn to the noise!" Mary shrieked and backed into the cabin.
"Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin," replied the pig. So the wolf huffed and he puffed, and he blew the house down, and the pig ran off to join his brother in the house of sticks.
"Not by the hairs on our chinny chin chins!" replied the three little pigs.
"Not by the hairs on our chinny chin chins," replied the pigs. So the wolf huffed and he puffed, and he blew their house down, and the pigs ran off to join their brother in the house of bricks.
"Oh god, it's the end... The end!"
"Pioneer" derives from the French word pionnier, which means "foot soldier."
"Princess Buttercup's croup flexed gracefully as..." No, no. Too much...
"Rats!" Mary exclaimed to her parents. "The home has rats! Can't you hear this?" But they could not hear it.
"Such a sweet family to call me here with your noises. I am drawn to the cacophony of chaos." She cackled.
"Thank you child, for donating this man to the coven," her Granny snarled. "For donating your Gran, too."
"The better to eat you with!" replied the wolf. He then jumped up and swallowed Little Red Riding Hood too! Then he curled up and went to sleep.
"The better to greet you with my dear," replied the wolf.
"The better to see you with!" replied the still hungry wolf, looking at Little Red Riding Hood.
"Wake and listen! Verily, the earth shall yet be a source of recovery. Remain faithful to the earth, with the power of your virtue." Nietzche saw it.
"We are cursed!" She cried out to her parents.
"We tried, but got sick," they said, covered in their own filth. I realized right then and there that I was being tasked.
"Welcome to the Freak Show! T-The Freak Show!"
"Welcome to the FREAK show!"
"Welcome... to the Freak Show!"
"What a deep voice you have," She said to her grandmother.
"What are you doing?!" The Witch screamed as her familiars were mowed down by Mary's fury.
"What big eyes you have!" said Little Red Riding Hood.
"You must also gather stones, clear a space, and build a purification ring. Light 13 candles, my dear, one for each month," her granny advised.
"You're... you're not my granny at all!" Shrieked Mary.
'Bout time this all panned out. Didn't want to take matters into my own hands.
'Bout time to hit up a camp again. No way in hell I'm scavenging out there.
'bout time you actually did somethin' right. Bring it on back to camp, and don't go makin' a mess doing it.
'Cause if it's going to keep me fed just to throw me to the wolves, me and God are gonna have words when I get to them pearly gates.
'Cause. That's my business 'n my business alone. Keep your nebby-nose out of it.
'Course some of 'em are; they gone feral.
'Evening sir. Sheriff Darcy. Can I ask what you're doing out here?
'Fabricate' a virus scanner?
'Hoa! Just in- Just in time to help me with my spifflication!
'Scuse me, there. I could- *hic* I could, y'know, really use a hand, and you got more than just the one.
'Share'. Right.
'Sides, I'm old. I was old when I came down with this.
'Spose you're right aintcha *laughs*
'Violent riot in union camp!' 'Protest ends without without a shot fired!'
Unghf!
Meat Week... Meat... Week... Grahm love... Meat Week...
Nooooooo! No no no! Bunnabun! I'm not going without him!
But if you're listening to this, it means you're slipping. So, repeat after me: the Sheepsquatch isn't real. The Sheepsquatch... isn't real....
I swear on every soul it took. Every soul I took. That I'm gonna unplug that goddamned bucket of bolts.
Meat Week best week.
Meat Week! Meat Week! Grahm love Week of Meat!
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(Pounding on door - as if heard from inside a house)
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(sigh) The last time I saw Calvin was right before I went away for the weekend. Not even a goodbye. When I came back, he was gone.
(Sigh) What a shame.
(sniffle) Ugh, not again.
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(Sound of a knife being lifted from a table)
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(TEMP) Hello. I'm Valentine. I'm confused, I don't understand L.O.V.E. Help me please. (TEMP)
(TEMP) Oh great, you're back! (TEMP)
(TEMP) Oh, romance. What an interesting concept. I must analyze. (TEMP)
(TEMP) Wow, fancy hearts. Love must be about getting the best hearts. Processing new data. (TEMP)
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* Morse Code: Reconnaissance of designated location recommended. Stand by to receive coordinates.*
* Morse Code: Tactical assessment. Possible situation developing.*
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