This is not an attempt to sell you anything. We had to kill the drudge priest with our bare hands, and we liked it. You'd reach up and grab his bone leech and rip it off. Thats a lettuce, tomato, and blood sandwich. Hold the mayo, huh.
Life is a cabaret.
I'm your best reason to be afraid. Ah, fresh victims for the ever-growing army of the undead. I just don't think I could bear it. I'm here to donate some blood. It was won by Glen Maydom.