Sinestro wrote:
Quick! Somebody put in a request for... er... Ken!
Hee hee. Looks like several of the characters from the comic about a gay lad in the Deep South, 'Stuck Rubber Baby'.
Mrs Mills is terrifying. She's the sort of creature who haunts nightmares, knitting in her rocking chair beyond the door all dead eyed and smiling in the most hideous fashion. You open the door and your eyes fall upon her. Your heart leaps into your mouth and your limbs die on you as you float up into the air towards some unspeakable fate in the dimly lit room, faster and faster towards her awful, shrouded, oppressive, corner and her vacant eyes until just before you reach this monstrous aberation you awake, and stagger to the bathroom for a glass of water dripping cold sweat.
Ugh.