With my hook for a hand, I’ll spit you from your groin to your gullet.
These stories are modern, oral folklore. They are the unselfconscious reflection of the fears of urban society.
Why would Danny and Diane?
They will say that I have shed innocent blood. What’s blood for, if not for shedding?
Let me go.
Without these things, I am nothing. So now, I must shed innocent blood. Come with me.
