If I ever go psychotic, I kind of doubt I'll be robbing olive trucks. I hate the little suckers. I know better than to torment cops, too, and I haven't been in a corn field since I was 10 and being chased by the neighborhood Children of the Corn. The "darkness" part, I'll own. For now. What the hell, it's nearly Halloween.
Thank God it's Wednesday. I don't like my job. At all. But the money is terrific and I'd be hard pressed to find a better deal anywhere else any time soon, so I'm lucky, I guess, that the weeks fly by and it's already Wednesday.
Happy Hump Day!
Your Monster Name is Psychotic Darkness
You Feast On: Olives
You Lurk Around In: Corn Fields
You Especially Like to Torment: Cops