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Zackula: This is some End Times shit right here.
Zackula: When there's no more room in hell the Trojans will walk the earth.
Dr. Thorpenstein: It's looking into my heart and seeing my sins, like Ghost Rider. Except it fuckin' loves them.
Zackula: I imagine its head swiveling a smooth 360 degrees. Maybe it can even unscrew its head and inside is just a quivering mass of meat bathed in foul-smelling juices.
Dr. Thorpenstein: I'm seeing the axe hand wiggling around in sped-up motion like Jacob's Ladder.
Zackula: Its neck probably rotates with a sound like a heavy stone turning on another stone with sand and grit caught beneath it.
Zackula: "ARRRRIBA TACOS HOMBRES! WHO WANTS SOME-" 15 Trojan heads grind in your direction and they stare at your sins with their unblinking dead eyes.
Dr. Thorpenstein: Then, all at once, they do a Predator-style playback of your own voice. "DRINK THE WORM BITCH!"
Zackula: DRINK THE WORM BITCH DRINK THE WORM BITCH DRRRINK THE WORM DRINK THE WORM DRINK THE WORM.
Zackula: *unearthly clicking sounds*
Dr. Thorpenstein: Then a Godzilla shriek and everything goes black and the next thing you see is a mass of your own entrails slipping through your fingers.
Dr. Thorpenstein: WELCOME TO THE NEW DEATH.
Zackula: At 1200 dollars a pop you won't be seeing this thing at a party until the End of Days anyway.
Dr. Thorpenstein: You know, you could be literally the richest person on Earth, and you still wouldn't be rich enough to justify that purchase.
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