QUOTE (Felix @ Nov 4, 2009 -> 11:04 AM)
(yes, I'm sick)
Alone in the hissing laboratory of his wishes, Mr Pugh Felix minces among bad vats and jeroboams, spinneys of murdering herbs, and mixes
for Mrs Pugh Felix a venomous porridge unknown to toxicologists which will scald and viper through her until her ears fall off like figs,
her toes grow big and black as balloons, and steam comes screaming out of her navel.