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Oh, Mordant, how Gorey-pastiche of you. It brings a tear to the eye to realize the codger is actually gone.
The Miami Vice Collectible Lunch Box of the Ancients. A gateway into the leaden, sepulchral realm outside of space and time...which resembles Wall Street circa 1988. Stare in the thousand-headed, pink-suited, five-a-clock-shadow [of tentacles]-covered heart of madness! Fear the leggings and denim jacket of Yog Shoggoth! Tremble as your mind shatters upon encountering the unthnkable master of this nightmare realm...John Hughes!! |
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