Once again, another in an interminable series of inane postings by the cowardly Occultist Assholus, has served to provoke in me a fit of yawning that even a gallon of delphinium couldn't support. So take your 'dire' threats and stuff them squarely up your bony butt, Creepo, but for whatever Gods' sake, shut the Hell up. Death is indeed a welcome relief from the endless tedium of your cowardly babblings.

Zoot, the Recidivistic

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Phaestian, in the year 219 AF.