Where in the Hell do you summon the audacity to accuse ME of dirty politics while you’re the one slathered in mud, fornicating with whatever slithers by while dining on your own filth til you’re too fat to stand? Well, guess what? Time for the slaughter PIGGY PIGGY. TIME FOR THE SLAUGHTER YOU FILTHY, CLOVEN, BEAST.
I see the signs of the devil branded into your flesh. We ALL see them. Time to serve your master. TIME TO MAKE THE BACON. Judgement. is upon you.
And on that day you will no longer roam the temple, soiling this nation’s hallowed ground for you will be frying in the flames of Hell, shriveled pork rinds for your Satanic master to SNACK UPON.
YUM YUM, CRISPY PIGGY. YUM YUM..
|—||Sally “The Devil Made Me Kill My Husband” Langston - Scandal’s No Sun On The Horizon episode.|