I sighed, but I was already mentally planning out all of those things. Our mascot could be a pea-green parakeet called Greg and he could wear a tiny beret with our slogan on it which would be… it’s killing time somewhere. No. Killing quick, killing slow, either way there’ll be a show. Nah. To kill, or not to kill. Nope. Die motherfuckers!! Hmmm. Killing for all ages. Nah. DIY killing. That’s not it - oooh I’ve got it! The Death Club: Let the killing begin…
