oBITCHuary: Good night. McMonster: Turn around and tell me this. You are right here, silly. oBITCHuary: I still want to say good night here. McMonster: Why? oBITCHuary: Because I’m not ready to let McMonster go. McMonster: I’m still me. oBITCHuary: Yeah. But when we say goodbye, Row will leave. But McMonster? He might stay.
This should have been titled Shot Through the Heart
