Pub Monster

"I am not a monster!"

I roar in their faces.

There's blood on their minds...

... I know, cos I can taste it.


"I can defend myself.

Mum didn't raise a dickhead.

You think I'm scary now?"

I haven't even lost my shit yet.


◄ Well, What's the Alternative, at the End of the Day, Hun?


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