IM GONNA HANG PETER ON HIS ANKLES AND WATCH ALL THE BLOOD SLOWLY MOVE TO THIS FACE UNTIL HE FAINTS AND THEN I WILL USE A CHAINSAW AND SLICE HIM UP INTO PIECES AND HEAR THE SATISFYING SOUND OF HIS FLESH BEING RIPPED AND CUT.
IM GONNA HANG PETER ON HIS ANKLES AND WATCH ALL THE BLOOD SLOWLY MOVE TO THIS FACE UNTIL HE FAINTS AND THEN I WILL USE A CHAINSAW AND SLICE HIM UP INTO PIECES AND HEAR THE SATISFYING SOUND OF HIS FLESH BEING RIPPED AND CUT.