Member? Do you? Member?

Member? Do you? Member?

Umm , no. I don't 'member' you. I dismember you. *Pull starts chain saw*

Flecks of jagged flesh and bone chips from the hitch hiker he'd just sawed in half speckled them. The Apartment manager screamed and he jammed the end of the chainsaw into his mout

hy tenant's adam's apple. "I...I...." sputtered the terrified resident from 3D. "Spit it out, man!" the manager rasped eerily. "I...don't have health in...surance," the resident

from 3D responded. "But I can see the pallid piranha worms from the other dimensions circling your balding head," the single-eyed resident told the apt manager before retreating to

into the corner that he had sprung out from. The manager grumbled as he holstered his revolver and slowly but surely turned to the hulking warriors behind him. "Hark!" he cried and

the heralded angels sung. The manger manager waved his arms. "No, no, no, this is the 27th. You're late." The angels huddled in unison and checked their day-planners.

The Triads had hacked into their day-planners. In the confusion the Angles failed to notice the Manger Manager herding everyone out of the lobby onto the street. If it was the 27th

After opening, Time the door eventually stayed ajar till the end of time itself. It had no more concerns for anyone else, so anyone who wanted to pass through was joyfully accepted