The CWAL Rubber Room
"The Four Crotch Marmots of the Apokalypse... as has been fortold for eons past... They Come, wailing and gnashing their incisors, and by name they rise up against the damned: Squeakers, Bingo, Yap-Yap and Slappy... fear now, for the End of Days smells of burnt rodent fur..." - Grorx
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