W tej sprawie na wsi w październikowym mrozie, chłop się zesrał na obozie. W prawie cywilnym mam dużo wiedzy, chłop się zesrał gdzieś na miedzy. - Wiersz nagrodzony statuetką złotej libacji.

"And tear him from limb by limb. Then once I incapacitate his movements, I will hang him against where the sun burns brightly and... I'll slash through his skin daily, like a sashimi. When his wounds heal, I will slice him up thinly again and again. And I'll feed his own skin to him to prolong his life endlessly." He was seriously twisted up inside.

Edmund Mcmillen You litte F**ker.
You made a sh*t of piece with your trash Issac.
It’s f**King Bad this trash game.
I will become back my money.
I hope you will in your next time a cow on a trash farm you sucker!