Meteors crash, and the dirt splash sends shards of earth skyward. Slithering from the debris, I can’t wait to taste your bar-b-que burgers. I reproduce asexually, and my family slithers from the dirt in less than six days. You wonder if we’re benevolent or monstrous. Well, for Heaven’s sake, look at my damn teeth! You tell me, should you invite us in for dinner, or run before we start eating???
Hee heee heeee…
—Richard F. Yates
(Primitive Thoughtician and Supreme Bunny Lord of The P.E.W.)
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