Yeah, okay I'm no fucking rocket scientist. I'm no artist. I'm not even
human anymore, technically but I know when shit is going down. I can see it.
Feel it. Hell, I can smell the shit hit the fan even after some poor
bastard's washed it off. Saw wood doesn't do it boys. Like I said, I know
what's going on.

Me and Little Bitch know. So does Prince and the Football Jock Princess...We
know that vampires are real. We know they suck the life out of you. We know
they killed our folks. Frankly, I don't care who they kill anymore. The only
thing I really care about is knowing this shit. Like one day you were Nancy
Doyle, on your way to becoming a lawyer or ha, the rocket scientist and the
next day your orphan bitch Nan fighting the fucking forces of darkness.

Wish I was a fucking meat sack again. Wish I liked going out on moonlight
nights. Wish Little Bitch would notice I have breasts and maybe have a
closer look at them. It's not going to happen. Love is bullshit when the
forces of darkness know your name. Yeah, and he's a prude. Oh he did give me
one thing though...

Lycanthropy.

That's werewolf-ism for the fucking losers in the back.

I got no kiss. No VD. He just one day bit me. Romantic shit...Now I have
more hair then Nads can deal with three nights a month. At least we get
locked up together and I can fantasize about him now. I've seen him naked.
'Course it's after a night of being truly one with our animal natures and in
the morning I'm too tired to attempt molesting him.

So yeah I know. I'm in the know. I fucking know you know I know, dipshit.
Stop looking at me like that. Just drop the whole human act. Do the Bela
Laguosi act. Fucking try and drain me. Just know I'm carrying a ruler with
an edge so sharp I could pierce metal.

Get the hell out of this alley before I kick your ass. And don't even try
and hide the body or the blood on your shirt. I know you killed that red
head. Just like you know. I know fucking everything. About everything.

Now you know.

So you want to fight me or what?


End.