Watch that. I'm sorry in advance.
Also in advance: Be sure to be in a county with no sharp objects. And I mean, nothing sharp at all. Basically, if it's sharper than a puddle of milk, you need to be at least a 3 hour flight away. A bar of Laffy Taffy, I promise you, it will still end up embedded in your skull and piercing your temple if it's within driving distance.
Need it clearer? Here ya go.
I think this is it. The actual end of human sanity.
Fuck H.R. Giger. Fuck H.P. Lovecraft. Fuck FLCL, fuck Paranoia Agent, fuck all of it.
This is without a doubt, bar none, the single most fucked up thing that's ever been created. Ever. This is the only thing that would ever drive Cthulu mad. This is what Popsicle Pete sees in his nightmares. I would rather leave Marida Cruz to her eternal cycle of being raped and forced to abort her rapechild than subject her to this.
That being said...WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK IS THIS GODDAMN THING?!!?!! WHO CAME UP WITH IT? HOW IS THIS SUPPOSED TO GET ME TO WATCH MORE CARTOONS?!
I mean, I can't even identify what most of the fucking entities in whatever cursed dimension this is supposed to be are fucking called, and then there's some cone shaped thing with swirls for eyes speaking some language that has never existed....WHAT THE FUCK IS IT SAYING? WHY IS IT TALKING?? ARRRGGGHHGHEKJAS:GNOPABGUIOJIODGHOQEBT#(*)U$*(HUIO:BNBJKB
I swear to god, I'm going to end up in an ER with a philips head screwdriver embedded in my temple and a blissful look in my face. I hope you're happy, CBS. Do me a favor: Let me know what haunted antique store you bought that goddamn paint can from. I want to kill whatever ancient, evil, bastard child of David Lo Pan and Imhotep (The invisible one from Look Around You, not from The Mummy) is the proprietor of that place. Actually, scratch that. I want to find room 1408 and throw his ass in there with the goddamn paint can, so that existence may end and I can get the sleep I will be denied for the rest of my days.
GAHAHHHAHHAHHHAHAHAH.
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