When an intergalactic space god shows up in the form of a German potato and turns your teeth into drunken, blathering idiots… it’s time to take the chicken and hit the fire escape. That is… unless you really dig having your domicile over run by dirty pots and pans.
When an intergalactic space god shows up in the form of a German potato and turns your teeth into drunken, blathering idiots… it’s time to take the chicken and hit the fire escape. That is… unless you really dig having your domicile over run by dirty pots and pans.
DirectorLouis Zoller
