See, I’M the nice one in the family. I mean, sure, I might have the
massive piles of skulls and everything scattered around the lair, to say nothing of a heating system powered by burning rendered SJW fat, but all the various desecrations
and violations and devourings by the Vile Faceless Minions are strictly post-mortem.
Spacebunny, on the other hand, usually prefers to play with the
There is more. It’s pretty funny, actually. It’s as if Veggie Tales met the Hugo Awards and they smoked a little peyote-spiked weed together.