It was a dog and gourdy night… a single figure stood alone in the window… suddenly, strange voices…
probably just the wind… yeah right, since when does the wind say, “Brains! They scooped out our braaains!“ …ominous fog rolls in.

Sleep well, Yoshi. Sleep well, Randy Son Of Robert…




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