Hit The Head

by thoughtsonthedead


“Yeah? Oh. Natasha Monster, sweetie: you have to remember that the intent was to give me a birthday present. Sure, the result was whatever this is, but the intent was good. The intent.”

“That used to be the bathroom, right?”

“You go find that idiot and get rid of this and remind him what happens when Germans and Jews fight.”

“Well, I don’t know if that kind of thing is necessary, honey.”

“Bobert Herbert Walker Weir–”

“Aw, damn.”

“–he turned our bathroom into…I don’t what this is. Just get it out. Get these skulls out of this house and away from me and I cannot even believe any of this is happening.”

“It’s called an ossuary, I think.”

“I’ll find Mickey.”