How's it going?  Blinding, mate.

Méchoui is like a foretaste of paradise, the tenderest and most delicious meat surrounded by the crispest, lambiest skin imaginable.

I hid in one of the empty rooms, and I saw you go by, yes, and as I live and breathe, Liscom Truro, I saw my father following you.

Singer Layne Staley’s dark words further creepify Alice’s sound.