An abduction. I'll quietly leave through this conveniently placed door.
By the time youre finished with the breast and thighs, all you have left is the greasy box to put your bone in.
Beep, talk. We get it, condescending cell companies.
To stamp out forest fires !
Because of their bills
Girl: My place, 250...your place 400!
She keeps her feet.
Santa Clown
A Polter-Heist