A dustland faerietale

Right, so aside from the monsters trying to kill us and other people trying to kill us we've got a bunch of people turning into cutters? And he thought I was masochistic for smoking.

There's probably another way to get the thing out if you want it, but why not try relying on your wits and body for a change? Sure the cows are fucked up and everyone's trying to turn you into soylent green, but the bats taste like chicken and look on the bright side, Christmas is coming.

I miss Corny .... a lot.

Addition: If I don't hear about or that Cecil is ok, I'm going to crack some heads. And when you're not trying to be a nineties cautionary tale, I want to talk to you Cecil.