Mary Walker

"You're welcome."

Typhoid walks out of an alleyway near the Bronx, casually whistling and resting a blade against her shoulder. Fresh blood dripped from it.

T: "Mary's been a bad girl, thinking she could keep me caged for good. She'll never learn, the fucking sap."

T: I see that little one man show of "Johnny's Got His Gun" was talk. Shame really. Sounded like /fun/.

T: Annnny second now. He's gonna slip again. Down down down the rabbit hole.

T: Easy boys. Plenty of Typhiod to go around. Though I'd tread lightly if I were you. Things tend to get a li'l /hot/.

M: No amount of sleep will make me less tired right now.

M: God my head hurts. I feel like I drank something out of a random bottle in a Mexican bar.

T: Ah the sweet smell of napalm. Wait no, that's the scent of burning flesh and blood. Still great though.

T: Especially you, my merry little Christian.

T: Make no mistake kiddies. Blood will spill and things /will/ burn! Momma's fixin' to have a fucking ball and THERE'S ROOM FOR EVERYONE!

T: Better run home to Momma now boys! Typhoid's back in control and she's right fucking antsy!

T: Well well, what do we have here? Howdy ho Blondie! Try to avoid billy clubs this time yeah? HahAhahahaha! @depthfordepth

T: Wonder what happened to Bushwacker. ... Oh yeah.

T: Quick and easy. Just cause I like ya'.

a quick one hm? (2/2)

T: It's not my fault that some of you deserve a brutal, horrible death. Humanity is just fucked. But I'll be a sweetie and give you (1/2)