JURIAH HAS THIS KEYCHAIN THAT SAYS,
"STOLEN FROM [FORGOT THE NAME]'S WHOREHOUSE -
WHERE THE CUSTOMER COMES FIRST!"
IT ROCKS.
THIS MARKER SUCKS.
GEORGE DORN IS SCREAMING
IT IS FATE. THE PHICKE PHALLUS OF
PHATE IS DETERMINED TO SHAFT NICK IN
THE PUCKER. I AM NOT PARANOID. THE WORLD
IS WATCHING. NICK WILL NOT HAVE A
GOOD JOB.
MEANWHILE, AT DUNKIN' DONUTS,
DONNIE IS LETTING HIS HAIR GROW.
"GODDAMN HIPPIES!"
THE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE IS A DONUT
SHOP. THE SHAPE OF THE TRADITIONAL
DONUT (O) REPRESENTS NOT ONLY THE ZEN
INTERPRETATION OF EVERYTHING AND THE
TRUE PATH OF TIME, BUT ALSO NICK'S RECTUM
AFTER GETTING THE SHAFT FROM FATE AGAIN.
NOW AT WEBB'S. "DON'T FORGET THE
RAZOR BLADES," JOE HAD SAID. BEN
MOVES OUT. HIMMLER MOVES IN.
GEEKLAB UBER ALLES.

GEORGE DORN IS STILL SCREAMING
YOG-SOGGOTH LOOKS LIKE BUGS BUNNY,
RICHARD NIXON IS THE ONE TRUE GOD, AND
PHYLLIS DILLER WAS THE DARK LORD AND
RESPONSIBLE FOR THE DEATH OF RATIONAL
MAN. SO GOES THE MYTH.
"TIME TO MAKE THE DONUTS," THINKS
DONNIE, STILL FUMING FROM BEING FORCED
TO DEAL WITH THOSE MOTHERFUCKING
FAGGOT PUNK DRUGGIE KIDS. TONIGHT, HE
MAKES THE DONUTS FOR THEM.
EVERY CAPITALIST SYSTEM IS DOOMED TO
FAILURE. EVERY SOCIALIST SYSTEM IS DOOMED
TO SUCCEED. ONLY THE DICTATORS REALLY KNOW.
AS HE BITES INTO THE DONUT, THE RAZOR
BLADE SLICES HIS TONGUE DOWN THE MIDDLE.
BLOOD GUSHES FROM HIS MOUTH AS HE
SCREAMED. DONNIE LAUGHS, MASTURBATES
AS HE WATCHES THE MOTHERFUCKING COMMIE
DIES IN A POOL OF BLOOD ON THE FLOOR.
DUNKIN' DONUTS IS CLOSED FOR A WEEK.
NICK DOES NOT LIKE TO MAKE DONUTS.
NICK DOES NOT LIKE TO MAKE DONUTS.
NICK DOES NOT LIKE TO MAKE DONUTS.
"DON'T FORGET THE RAZOR BLADES." JOE
HAD SAID. JOE SAID. YOG-SOGGOTH LIKES
MARBLE FROSTED.

PHATE STEPS IN.

(YEATES IS DEAD.)

THE END.