He can’t be bargained with. He can’t be reasoned with. He doesn’t feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And he absolutely will not stop – Ever! – until every last remnant of nostalgia for his 1977 masterpiece is dead.
He can’t be bargained with. He can’t be reasoned with. He doesn’t feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And he absolutely will not stop – Ever! – until every last remnant of nostalgia for his 1977 masterpiece is dead.