OH GREAT, I GUESS FALL IS FUCKING COMING, ISN'T IT? I *SURE DO* LOVE FALLTIME. IT'S REALLY FUN GOING HIVE-TO-HIVE LIKE A FUCKING MORON IN SOME RIDICULOUS GETUP KANAYA SEWED FOR US PRETENDING WE'RE MONSTERS THAT DON'T EVEN FUCKING EXIST- I'M LOOKING AT YOU AGAIN, KAN- WAIT. FUCK. SHADOWDROPPERS DO EXIST, AND YOU'RE ONE OF THEM. FUCK. PRETEND I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING. EITHER WAY, FUCK HALLOWE'EN.
REALLY, WHAT'S SO EXCITING ABOUT VISITING LAWNRINGS WITH GROTESQUE PIECES OF CLOTHES COVERING OUR GOBS TO MAKE US LOOK EVEN UGLIER THAN WE ALREADY ARE, HOLDING OUT BEEFWORM INTESTINES AND HOPING SOME SAD KID'S LUSUS DROPS US A SPOT OF GRUBLOAF OR *GOD FO