By the time I came to it was already too late. Half of their heads had caved in, and I was working on one other.
I looked down at the blood-covered doctors coat I was wearing. I should never have agreed to this. I should never had let my guard down.
Now they are dead. They are dead, and I am the murderer. It is also my birthday.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I am a Man who has been pushed over the edge. And someone has just eaten my package. A storm is coming, friends, and that storm is me.
A few stray observations on the “Murderer” package:
1) The boxes are getting larger.
2) We still have the inclusion of YouTube videos.
3) Whats this? Actors? ACTORS and SPECIAL FILMING?!
Because also we are still having too many another soup without onions who think and wearing rabbits as gloves although one of them is still alive and makes a clicking sound.
Because also we are still having too many another soup without onions who think and wearing rabbits as gloves although one of them is still alive and makes a clicking sound.