



I was going to have our dome-challenged friend singing some song about pumpkin bombs and your mom (it rhymes!), but it just took up too much room. Plus, you can’t go wrong with whistling. Especially as that’s what Ichabod was doing to try and distract himself from the ever-growing sense of dread that he felt as he wandered down that fateful lane. So metal!





2 comments
How does he whistle?
Fucking shithouse. Don't quit yer day job.
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