Orbiter Alexander Matthew Bruce Vickers / Xander / The Demon Baby / "Ralphababy" - Genetical Spawn of the Gunt. Ralph's paper abortion.

Gator on babysitter duty:

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Fougaro said:
Reminder that the the birth of the Antichrist, God's judgement, the final harvest of Man by the Corn and the end of days all go back to Josh.
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"Internet Gangstalking Cult Leader Joshua Moon rallying his followers to assassinate a minor internet celebrity to revitalize the American midwest."
 
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Just Dont said:
If I wear a cross it will ward off the demon baby!?!?!?
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No. The wards against the corn child are a stick of butter, a shaker of both salt and pepper, and a ceremonial pot of boiling water. If those are unavailable, keep an airplane bottle of Maker's Mark in your pocket to fling away for the guntchild to consume as you retreat to safety. Peering through the tines of a corn holder held at arms length with a hungry smile may also work, but these are indeed dangerous times.
 
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My Demon Child arrived just the other day
He came to the world in an unusual way
But there were 'Lawgs to own, and whores to lay
He learned to walk while I was away
And he was swearing 'fore I knew it, and as he grew
Gator said "You know he's gonna be like you, Ralph"
"A little Ralpha-male like you"

And the fat's in the cradle with the crack whore's spoon
Digi the Troon and Joshua Moon
"When you out of jail, dad?" "I don't know when."
But we'll get together then
We're going to smoke some good meth then.

 
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Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
 
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