Bread me, Jakey
I loaf you.
Tops of the pops?
Sounds downright tops, eh? eh. Tops.
It's okay my son. I will cleanse you with the power of metal
My childhood basically. No wonder I'm a damaged individual.
SATAN WORSHIPPER! STAY BACK DEVIL CHILD
Poof. I'll have skulls and trout on my grave.
Well somebody has to give the many flowers, gifted from my multiple mourners, alive!
You smurfer. I'll piss on your grave. :[