The meat escaped and made itself into its own best friend.
It was once just like you or I, but it scrambled for so long and so hard that it scrambled its own genetics.
I don’t like the look of this…
Crudlin did a bunch of bath salts.
It wants to bite little pieces of you off, piece by piece, until nothing of you is left.
Dondrance Donder once won a footrace against its own feet.