He got uglier in the dark. Imagine what sweet Sue Ellen is going to see on the night that IT happens. As he comes shambling and slobbering, babbling and raving, out of the darkness. And he says; "You shaid it washn't about the sex *hic*. You were wrong."
Soon he will degenerate into a total sub-human, slithering around in the dark, inhuman noises emerging from his voicebox, reduced only to the basest instincts.
My best hope for TFL bill is that he becomes some sort of avenging angel anti-pedo who is arrested after blowing the head off a few members of his local sex offender list.
Thats my best hope.
I'm guessing thats a dog. My dog passes the fuck out under my feet at the computer and snores like a chainsaw sometimes. Even FPS on loud volumes dont wake him. But God forbid someone knocks on the door.
The final video is just going to be Bill making his own poster. Face offscreen, we watch his hands paint cardboard feverishly in the dark. He mumbles a constant stream of "slutsgoddamncuntsthey'reallagainstmefuckingwhoretrolls" under his breath as he adds the right shade of red to the labrador's eyes.
The last the world ever sees of TFL Bill is his hands triumphantly placing the poster on the wall, as the only light in the room goes out.
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