Behold! The makings of an unholy feast.
While most are pleased to take part, others hold up a hand of caution.
Size matters!!!.
The master demands only the hottest of fires from the best of wood.
The high preists intone the incantations...
Insidious granishes are prepared for it unholy raiment...
Sound the klaxons! Slay the virgins! Woe to thee who does not bow before greatness!
And his body was dressed in only the finest of garnishes and cheeses...
In honour of our dark lord do we here slay his only begotten son!
UNHOLY COMMUNION DIDST COMMENCE!
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"My hands are on fire. Hands are on fire. Ain't got no more time for all you charlatans and liars."
- Old Man Luedecke
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