Riding the great catapiller into the West we descend upon a village that simply don't rest. Inside the village we are greeted by an old chinese man. He wanted to show us something he had in his hand. He said it was beautifully manufactured. But we told him he was a mean old bastard. Out of spite horns grew from my head. By that point they knew that they were dead. Cause Jack and Jill went up a hill to fetch a pale of water. So I slapped that bitch in the face and told her not even to bother. And with the power of God and Satan in my hands, I took Jack's head back to the promiseland. So now this Chinese town is in rubble. Next time those motherfuckers better prepare for trouble.
