Who the frick gets all love-dovey and stuff, but then proceeds to ask “Idris, do you have any idea who might have murdered you?” Way to kill the mood, dude.
Ah you know how it is. you start talking about roses. It reminds you of that one poem. Violets are blue. Roses are red. So is the blood on your murders hands. He was just following the natural flow of the conversation.
Ah you know how it is. you start talking about roses. It reminds you of that one poem. Violets are blue. Roses are red. So is the blood on your murders hands. He was just following the natural flow of the conve... Zazz
Who the frick gets all love-dovey and stuff, but then proceeds to ask “Idris, do you have any idea who might have murdered you?” Way to kill the mood, dude.