EZRA
You've heard the drill a billion fucking times: Don't open the door unless you know who it is. Know the password. Fuckers outside wanna eat you. Yadda yadda. But it's a very different thing to hear someone you But you're not about to be the fuckwad who let a monster in, either. Inching closer to the door, you clear your throat to call out to whatever is there. "Hey, Artman, remember me? Long dark hair, gorgeous, plaything, painted purple dicks on your mural, blah blah blah? Tell me how we met and I'll let you in, k babe?" It's a very particular set of circumstances, and you doubt a monster could guess it blindly in the dark.
we knew right from the start
that you'd fall apart
'Cause I'm too expensive
