Not only did Bloody Betty (the ghoul of his dreams) string up with Morbid Mike (moody asshole), he contracted a putrid pustule on top of his head just when it was his turn to play 7 minutes in the coffin with Gutted Greta! She's not Betty, but hey.
Oh and just to top off the night, his head transporter broke down and he had to call his brother Trevor to give him a ride home.
They'll be no living with Trevor after this.
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| Poor Cecil. Lucky #13 |
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