Oh no, this eclipses that, Junior. By a megamile. You ain't even in the right time zone.

Yeah? Well, we'll see when a hundred man army of flame throwers takes on your zombie horde and crisps them up real good.

You're not getting it. This ain't no horde. It's flippin' Armageddon. The end.

  • Poetry
  • July 04, 2025