"Pumpkin, put some music on, I feel like dancin'." "Hold on, shugga, I'm fixin' to right now 3,6,4 awright, now come over here, woman, let's get this shindig started, woo! C'mon, everybody. Now what in the hell is wrong with this juke machine?" "Be warned, my children six will visit followed by the crumbling of time itself. Before the coming of Shangra La, a dark Carnival will sweep across the land, as a shadow, plagued with destruction. A parade of freaks, jugglers, and death. This wretched nightmare is led by six faces. Three have come, three have gone. The fourth emerges, now. He walks among us as a shadow, void of light, powered by your own darkness, strengthened by your own wickedry. A horrid reflection of your very own deep desires cast and reflected back upon yourself. Brothers and Sisters! The time has come for the Necromaster. The unleashing of the fourth joker's card. The arrival of, The Great Milenko, Milenko, Milenko…" "This damn thing! Maryanne, what in the hell is wrong with this music box?" "Don't mind that old thing, honey, it does that all the time." |