http://aliendovecote.com/uploads/twi...oon/crime.html Weapon Chef's grill chest flares occasionally with gouts of blue-red fire. Its iron face swivels and chants: FILL MY CHEST WITH THINGS THAT KILL AND I'LL COOK YOU CASH ON MY MAGIC GRILL
You want to gag yourself with the curtains and hold yourself hostage. You want to wear the curtains as lingerie. You want to sell them for scrap metal and cigarettes. You want to live.
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