Death by Horror - A quirky horror 'cast

You'll have to speak up.

Geez, really? Fine.

Babysitting is the worst.

A study in pace. Who is right?

Can you feel the heat?

Oh boy, here I go corrupting souls again.

LonelyBob dashes iMorpheus' dreams.

iMorpheus cannot pronounce toxicology.

LonelyBob needs to work on his sincerity.

LonelyBob games iMorpheus.

Carrie is nobody's hussy!

No flies were harmed during this recording.

Cooking with Death by Horror!

It's best to judge others by their inner beauty..or whatever.

It was Yuri Yudin in the tent with a vial of plutonium.

IDK

"Never mind"

You have reached Death by Horror

LonelyBob admonishes iMorph. ¯_(ツ)_/¯

Pan-pan. Pan-pan. Pan-pan.

iMorpheus can't English. (Valid!=Justified)

Poop happens...apparently.

iMorpheus hits the rewind button.

LonelyBob's friends are just as evil as LonelyBob is. Meh.

Listen to LonelyBob and iMorpheus say, "Hmmmm...."

LonelyBob: I liked it.

Wet-weather gear required.

Apparently, there is a point of no return. Who knew.

LonelyBob goes Nick Cage on iMorpheus.

LonelyBob terrorises iMorph with balloons.

Well Played: 1. e4 c6 2.d4 d5 3.e5 Bf5 4.h4!? e6??

LonelyBob creeps out iMorpheus

Seven years of bad luck. Did I say seven? I meant a billion-billion years of bad luck.

Unarmed convention goers are delectable treats.

When Jersey Cattle go bad.

When stupid is as stupid does.

Your proclivities are ill-advised. I will end you.

iMorpheus would like to call for a ban on corn, corn growers and cornrows.

A true Scout knows how to use a blade.

Reach out and touch someone?

LonelyBob demonstrates proper predator care.

Dr. Lonely Bob analyses iMorpheus.

Bodybags required.

iMorpheus doesn't know when to stop.

Literally, she was a dog.

"When you saw only one set of footprints, It was then that I carried you."

Some days you thread the needle...some days the needle threads you.

Toe-dipping not advised.

Don't walk. Don't walk. Don't walk.

Ax not included.

Science fiction kills.