It is the Broodwich, forged in darkness from wheat harvested in Hell's half-acre, baked by Beelzebub, slathered with mayonaise beaten from the evil eggs of dark chicken forces into sauce by the hands of a one-eyed madman, cheese boiled from the rancid teat of a fanged cow, layered with six-hundred and sixty-six separate meats from an animal which has maggots for blood!
Senior artist for Terminal Reality in Lewisville Texas.
1 comment:
i didn't know you finished and posted him. he's cute, i kinda want to bite his cheeks. his face cheeks, not his butt cheeks.
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