Saturday, November 17, 2007

At Least the Kid's Got a Hobby...

I think this kid's creep-factor has everything to do with his face, which seems to have been transplanted from a thirty-year-old.

The sad little band-aid on his cheek doesn't help matters. How did he get wounded? What homicidal activities does he get up to when the store shuts up for the night? Does that band-aid conceal a scratch mark inflicted by a stubbornly resilient victim moments before being disemboweled? Lock those doors, people.

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