00:02:15 doom-head: Hello. They call me doom-head. Now, I don’t call myself doom-head, mind yo

00:02:15 doom-head: Hello. They call me doom-head. Now, I don’t call myself doom-head, mind you, but they do. Who’s they? Well, some mysterious folks that pay me a whole lot of scratch to do what I do. And what I do, unfortunately for you… I do real well. Now. Let’s get one thing between us straight. I ain’t no fucking clown. Now Mr. p.T. Barnum may claim clowns are the pegs on which this circus is hung… But I isn’t no fucking clown. Now you may think you see a grease-painted performer sitting before you who would usually elicit an amused response from an audience, but trust me. You do not. I’m not here to make you happy. I’m not here to brighten your dismal day and I am certainly not here to elicit an amused response. I am here to end your miserable fucking life. But first… Mm. First, I’m gonna bless you with a story. See I don’t think the last sound to puncture your ear drums should be the twang of your body falling apart. Snap! Oooh. Crunch. Interesting fact: Did you know that a cockroach can live up to 168 hours without a head? I find this… fascinating. But what really blows my fucking marbles like a 50-cent skank, I mean the real mind-fucker, is that for several more hours this same decapitated head will keep on truckin’ for Jesus. If properly nourished, of course. You know, all in all, you’ve had a pretty good run. But, uh, deep down inside you must have known it all had to end somewhere. Might as well be here. Might as well be now. And it might as well be with me.31 (2016) -- source link
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