Disgusting greetings to you all.
To the eyes that scan this text.
And listen.
And digest.
The time is nigh to shit.
For Dr. Foreskinstein's resurrection is coming soooon(!)
His acolytes are already here preparing for his return.
I am just one of them, his faithful butler and right hand man (on the night's he is lonely). Allow me the disgrace in introducing myself: my name is Jizzum, and for now I am only a messenger. It's an incredible displeasure.
In only a week Dr. Foreskinstein will resurrect to wreak his mayhem over the earth on the night his powers are strongest (dictated of course by whichever day the foul administrators of n10.as Morld Mide Madio allow him on the air waves).
The date is confirmed for October 30th. Specifically at 9pm - 11pm.
The detestable doctor will penetrate into each and every one of your homes and haunt the ever living LIFE out of you in a spooky kratom fuelled nightmare of a radio play.
Tonight however, another one of Dr. Foreskinstein's servants primes the god-awful listeners of Open Decks for resurrection night with an old skool Goth program that will chill your bones ice cold, enough to curd your cheddar. That's tonight, October 23rd at 9pm.
I lament this opportunity to speak with you. Time to return back to my lair and see if the Doctor, in his week state might I add, needs any use of his right hand man.
Bad evening.