Make up your mind.
Whoever looks, doesn't exist.
Or something like that...
Just some pencil sketching on the wall.
More pencil doodles on the wall.
A pretty lady tethered to something bloody and severed... hmm. Must be a story there.
Is that a steel beam or are you just happy to see me?
Le Fou takes the mic.
"But which one is it? I don't see your name!"
I can't quite make out the last word, but I like this little guy with love on his mind.
Rock n' roll gyno.
Servez-vous.
Servez-vous aussi?
Um, no thanks.
Doesn't sound pretty.
A one-stroke meow heart = perfect.
No, YOUR mom!
