Gray Mouser said:
... Man, next thing you know Demogorgon will have his twin heads on some shrink's couch looking for some catharsis. I have news for you Demo: you are
evil and your lot is to be set upon by every two-bit PC party that can make their way to the Abyss! Die! Die! Die!
Heh, sorry
![Wink ;) ;)](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7)
...
We eat analysts for breakfast. They just don't seem to understand us very well.
We once walked into a psychiatrist's office with a pancake on our heads, fried eggs on each shoulder, and a strip of bacon over each of our ears.
The shrink, (thinking he was humoring us), asked: "What seems to be the problem?"
We answered, "Doc, we're worried about our brother."
OK, We can do better:
Psychiatrist: What's your problem?
Demogorgon: We think we are a lizard.
Psychiatrist: How long has this been going on?
Demogorgon: Ever since we were an egg.
Speaking of shrinks, why don't sheep shrink when it rains?
Thanks you, we'll be here all millenium!
PLEASE NOTE: We'll be publishing our new abyssal address soon. Please plan a visit when you think you are sufficiently leveled up!