Morsmordre! is not fit for human consumption. Avoid getting into eyes, genitals, mouth, nose, etc. If contact is made, flush with gasoline and light a match.

I am not responsible for brain damage, loss of stomach contents, or anything else you fucking Het Breeders come up with. This place is slash/gay/homo/yaoi. If your mothers e-mail me with angry flames, they can take it right up their asses. And you'll get what's coming to you, son. Oh yes. Voldie's got a special treat bag with your name on it.

Come on in or get the fuck. Either way I got you on my pretty lemon counter. HOHOHOHOHO!!!