Well
if one night you hear a clumping and dragging sound across your floorboards, it might be the jizz-soaked shade of the grandmother hauling herself on raw stumps to ask why the fuck you haven't helped apprehend the killer after little mentalist gave you all the relevant details.

Or maybe the little mentalist is now a big mentalist, Michael Myers-style, and will be breaking out of a loony-bin for a copycat necro-orgy with his favourite babysitter any October soon. After he's hacked your limbs off first, of course.

Don't have nightmares!!
(Rsoles, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 19:56, Reply)