GRIMACE
Grouchy and the frozen lake and the
broad-fire missus. This whole place
is sinking and only I can save it. Just
someday I want to have a choice, like
they used to have - between real fire
and real ice, between the truly living
and the truly dead. As it stands right
now, you stink of bubble gum and
of Palooka Joe.
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