Oh, me! Oh, my! What am I to do? My death-mongoring league of freemasons can no longer succeed in taking over the world thanks to you meddling noisecore freaks. Oh, well...perhaps now that I no longer have to be concerned about taking over the world and killing everybody, I can take up hobbies such as needlepoint and knitting. Oh, happy day!

Well, along with the many other facets of our meaty ground beef persona, informing the public of such death squads is one thing we do well. The other happens to be entertaining the public ear. What is the public ear, you ask? Well, if you've ever seen Prince Charles's ears, take one and multipy its size by 0.000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001. Yes...the public ear is that small, but we please it well.

freemasons blow. go back to your trowels and mortar, and leave the senseless violence to us.