I sometimes find myself narrating the days events as they happen in Batman or as Horshack from The Watchmen.
Ooo! Ooo! OOO! I hate crime. I HATE IT!
I believe you are confused. Horshack was from Room 222.
I remember. Raised in horrors too terrible to speak out loud. But he’s returned to give back to crime everything that it’s taken from him. Everthing… and more. [/Welcome Back]
Horshack’s Journal: Found warm coke in the hall today, used it to play sick and skip detention…
Horshack’s Journal: I have to choke down the bile when I shake Barbarino’s hand. Years of fornicating and family style meals have made him soft like a mound of unused pizza dough — forgotten, begging to be punched and kneaded. Where is the killer that I used to know? Where is the… oh look…. A QUARTER!
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