03-14-2020, 04:16 PM -
(03-14-2020, 04:08 PM)Picards Forehead Wrote:
I can believe a weed like you would do that.
This city's afraid of me. I've seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood. And when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and Picard will look up from his bowl of dry pasta and shout "Save me!"... and I'll look down and whisper "No."