Poor in morality, yet rich in flavour.
My wonderful childhood memories of drinking cocoa in the winter have just been turned into a horror filled nightmare. The visions of sugar plums dance in my head no longer.
Oh, no, Blazer, they still dance, but now, they dance in bondage gear.
they should fight marchmallow-man with cocoa next time, lasers are useless :O
They'll need a mighty large Bunsen burner, though.
Reminded me of Terminator, too.
...Except he won't be back.
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