We must throatfucked them, we must gangbang them, we must cumfart cocktail them. Young woman after young woman, graduating class after graduating class, generation after generation...and they call me a "pervert". What do you call it when the pornographers accuse the "perverts"? Oh I do hatwe them. Oh how I hate them. Fucking nabobs. There is nothing I hate more than the stench of lies.
You remember the part about the "pile of little arms" and how he admired the morally disciplined sense of purpose of the men who did it? How they massacre but at the same tim e family men "filled with love"? there's an anology riff somebody coulkd do there probably. I can't though. "There they were. A pile of....little arms."