Nav vārdu lai aprakstītu vanskarus un sunpurņus, kas ierosina vardarbīgus konfliktus. Your vile, base, nihilistic urges stink like feces, and you are also made of feces, as you let these feces fill your feces fetish indulgent throats as you swallow your stinky fekal victory of poop.

Zombijus nesagaidot, beidzot jāsakrāmē apocalypse backpack as pooplords approach.