CaptPukeFish 284 Posted October 12, 2016 It's 3AM. The blood from your leg is indistinguishable from the rusty teeth of the crushing bear trap. Is that your tibia or fibula showing? It's both but it doesn't matter. You hear the familiar but foreboding sound of ice cream truck music rising in the distance. It signals only death, as it has for all of the others before you. That's when you remember it - the refreshing taste of Sprite Zero. Share this post Link to post
