The first few strains of The Macarena conjure up repellent images of faceless millions gyrating about like people attempting sign language after free-basing.
Mr. Dickens’ Workshop is great. The kids learn all about the Industrial Revolution while having a chance of being pulled into the rusty, blood-spattered mills.
The Beast is dedicated to the proposition that the human race is so profoundly stupid that the only options are to exploit the bovine fodder or succumb to them.
People piss me off. I think there’re too many of them. I’d like to pop a few, but I won’t. I don’t know why I won’t. Probably ’cause I ain’t got the nerve.
Nathan thought of Jake Fist. Jake was cool. Jake could handle fleshy-headed mutants. Jake wasn’t afraid to walk to the bathroom if he had to pee really badly.