You were always a weak one.
Death suits you well.
Shame too.
You're intestines were nearly done.
Such a shame.
Oh well.
There.
All better.
Don't I take such good care of you.
Most men would leave their girlfriends.
But not me.
As good as new.
52 stitches you needed.
Many kept coming undone....
The stuffing kept over flowing too.
Stressful.
But I did it.
For you baby.
I do love you.
And now you can never leave.
You can go join the others soon....
But first.
....lets have some fun....
