Gather a bunch of screws and wood splinters then bolt it on a small kid's head. What do have now? A crude mimicry of a roman governor adorned with laurels. Why am I thinking this eh? For no reason at all! Seriously, I think it's just the coolness of it or the moral depravity associated with the act, I mean, where in the world can you see that.

Well, it was dictated to me by the voices. Who are they? They are the voices. A bunch of rabble-rousing geezers I couldn't see. They told me that they came from some panhandler's obnoxious fart mixed with some oxygen then voila you got there some raunchy pack of pungent nefarious nay Sayers. One lousy afternoon they 'showed up'� man, I almost puked at the ghastly apparition. They said the group had just witnessed the prime minister having intercourse with a limbless cadaver. Prime minister in a no holds barred coitus with a cadaver? what's goin on inside their cranium?

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