December I think it was, I was having drinks with my cousin. I wrapped him in Christmas lights, pushed him into the stinking tub, cut him up into pieces and just when I went to drink his blood I thought I oughta drink his bathwater that oughta be fun. That’s when my days of serial murder man slaughter begun. The sight of blood excites me that might be an artery son. Your blood curdling screams just don’t seem to bother me none. It’s 3 am and here I come so you should probably run. A secret passage way around here man there’s gotta be one. Oh no there’s probably none. He could scream all that he wants top of his lungs cuz ain’t no stopping me from chopping him up up cuz it’s..