Giblets

Ruination


It's that time of year again. Manifest your destiny. Gather 'round the big black table, and we'll call it 'Family'. We call it family. Hurry up and carve that turkey.
I can feel it's eyes on me. Gimme that knife, I want the heart. Gimme that knife, I want the brains. Gimme that knife...
I'll fight you for the spine. It's savage but familiar, we call it Family.