i love my little... things. no idea what to call them
E N B O D I M E N T S O F D E S T R U C T I O N .
Gullible idiots!
Don't ask me, I don't know...
They're all too scary! They don't deserve a name!
. . F R I E N D S .
... i'm never asking any of you for ideas ever again. you remain things.













