Don’t keep looking into the horror.

Has the cat got you wrong?

You are too quite.

Blanks to whom?

The oven won’t bake songs.

Can you fear me now?.

What do you think you are chewing?

Why do you keep not interfering?

He’s up to his old f licks again.

Pass the butter.. why,I’ve not finished marking it!

Where’s your rat?

He lost all his loves, one by one.

We should not write too hard.

I am caught in a map of my own faking.

Don’t keep looking into the horror.

He had terrors in every whom.