All the three of us (Mr. Tiddles, Goatboy, and the Burkittsville Butcher) take some psychedelic pills and we enter the Rabbit Hole bunker tripping our faces off.
The Burkittsville Butcher must be having a bad trip. He is lying on the ground of the bunker screaming, crying, and gasping for air. Goatboy is staring at him ready to attack. I am trying to calm down Goatboy. Telling him...now is not the time to dispose of him. We need to be laying low for a while.
Goatboy is snorting and foaming at the mouth. If I let Goatboy have its way, this place will smell of blood and rotting flesh for days. Things are crumbling around us. We are fighting amongst ourselves.
Burkittsville Butcher crawls over to Mr. Tiddles, screaming, and pleading to be put out of his misery. He's being haunted by the entity and wants to go rest in the afterlife. Your wish granted my killing friend!
Mr. Tiddles gives Goatboy the signal to kill. Goatboy lunges, places the Burkittsville Butcher in a chokehold, and begins to tear him apart just as a lion kills his prey. Blood is splurging everywhere. Blood covers the floor and walls. Goatboy covered in blood begins to lick it off his skin. This scene is not for the faint hearted. Maybe we should take a few more hits of these pills to see what else occurs...
We're not in Wonderland anymore Alice. ---Charles Manson
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