Thread:SerenelyChaotic/@comment-1084762-20151002054537

I ain't got no use for you, or your damn money.

I can see your soul at the edges of your eyes. It's corrosive, like acid. You got a demon, little man. And I don't like your face, makes me want to do bad things to it. I see you again, ever, and I'm putting you down. Personally.

There's a nasty shadow in you, son. 