The Round-and-Round Devil is the new God!
Right you are! I am the new God! Heh heh heh hi hi!
Log on, Monster Man. What have you got to say for yourself?
Nothing quite yet. Be patient.
I’m busy cutting up Child Four, no time to post. And planning for Child Five, and Six. Busy, busy. A monster’s work is never done. I’d love to follow V of H but I don’t have time now.☹
Oh, I’m following all right, you fake fuck.
And you can bet I’d do Four and Five if could find them here in Chofu. Who doesn’t like a challenge? You bet your ass I’d do them. But you really can’t improvise when it comes to killing kids. Rush things and it gets all fucked up. Still, it leaves a bad taste in your mouth, ending like that with the one still alive. I just need one more chance.
But probably not right now. Looks like Armageddon’s over, so no cover—and another body would stir things up, get them searching house to house. Way too risky.
But fuck, what to do about all this nervous energy?
La di da di da di da…
Shit! I’m hungry. Where the fuck is that woman?
Maybe I should post after all, something like: Live from the Yoshiba funeral, victims of the Round-and-Round. Namu Amida Butsu, Namu Amida Butsu.
Better I say the prayers than some idiot priest. Achieve nirvana, and that’s an order! Can’t quite believe the husband died too. But it’s “his funeral,” as they say. A damn shame, but I suppose if you’re the kind’s going to commit suicide, you’ll do it eventually no matter what else happens. Just hope he doesn’t end up putting a hex on me. This is a no-curse zone, thank you very much!
Nanmaidabuu, Nanmaidabuu. Shit.
I’m SO hungry I can’t fucking stand it!
FUCK the old lady!
Death to fucking old ladies! Death! Death! Death!
Pork cutlet cur-ry, poooork cutlet cur-ry, pooooork cutlet cur-ry, hip hip hooray! Lot of good it does me to cheer—I still haven’t got any. Go, pork cutlet cur-ry! Get a hit!
Curry, curry, curry, curry! Cuuuuurry, curry. Hot curry!
Fuck.
Wha? Back at last, you dumb bitch? Trying to starve me to death?
Curry, curry, curry, curry!
What the fuck? That’s just the shit you get at the convenience store.
“What the fuck is that? I told you to get pork cutlet curry and you come back with this shit.”
«What? Oh dear, you’re right. I’m sorry. I’ll go back and change it for the right kind.»
“Don’t be an idiot. Hand it over. I’ll eat this while you go back and get the pork cutlet curry.”
«Oh dear, can you really eat that much?»
“Can I really eat that much? I’m fucking starved, bitch.”
«All right then, I understand. You don’t have to shout.»
“Will you shut the fuck up? You haven’t heard shit if you think that’s shouting. Uuuwwwaaaaaaah! Kkkkyyaaaaaaaah!”
«All right, Mr. Hideo. Please calm down!»
“Shut up, bitch! Just go get the curry…But wait a second…don’t move…don’t go anywhere…hold still…There it is, by the door, some glass broke. There…okay, here we go! Kapow! My Galactic Phantom Kick for the little lady who fucked up the curry buy!”
Whoaaa bitch! There you go! Little fragile, aren’t we? Anything broken? Maybe you ought to be taking calcium. Or not. Whatever. Get the calcium and die for all I care. But after you get me the cutlet curry.
Shit I’m hungry. Curry, curry, curry, curry. Curry burry, furry.
Whoaaah! Not bad! In fact, fucking deeelicious! Worth waiting for even without the cutlet. But I guess everything tastes good when you’re this hungry. Hunger’s the best seasoning.
Yum yum yum!
Don’t think there’s enough.
What the?…all gone! Heh? That really wasn’t enough. My stomach’s still empty—glad I told the old bag to get the cutlet curry.
So here I am, just sitting around, looking forward to my cutlet curry. Cutlet, cutlet, cutlet, cutlet…curry! Fufufufufufufufufufufufufufuuuufu!
The Round-and-Round Devil would very much like some curry, if you would be so kind. Guru, guru, boil and bubble, guru, guru curry! So you shake it to the right, and you shake it to the left! Spin it all around, Round-and-Round, one, two, and three, Round-and-Round, spin!
Ahhh. Oh well, guess I got full waiting for the bitch to come back. But that means a little extra penalty for the old lady, another Round-and-Round Kick!
Ah! She’s back. Shit, she’s slow. But nothing a little time in the penalty box won’t fix. World o’ Hurt.
“Hey! Old lady! You’re late.”
«I’m sorry. They didn’t have cutlet curry at the 7-Eleven down the street.»
“Then you should have run all the way to where they did have it. Looks to me like you’ve been out for a walk! Anyway, don’t just stand there and look stupid, hand it over! Then stand over there…and look stupid.”
Oops, still haven’t choreographed my Round-and-Round Kick. Oh well.
“Take this, bitch!”
Whoa! More blood from the old bitch’s head. Whatever.
How ’bout that cutlet curry?
Shit, that’s good! But can’t finish it.
Guess I’ll leave some for later.
Ah, I’m full. That’s enough.
Okay then, what next? Can’t stay shut up in here all the time like those shut-in shitheads. Must be some manga or something hitting the stands today.
Ah, yes! The Yoshiba guy’s funeral. An excellent plan!
I’ll go and pay my respects.
Well, not “respects” exactly. More like “last respects,” except I didn’t respect ’em much. But whatever. I’ll just go have a look.
“Yo! Heh! Your Hagness! Where’s the getup I wore when Grampa died?”
«What?…Oh, yes…we’ve still got it. Where are you going?»
“Where else would I be going in that thing? To a funeral—fu-ne-ral!—you idiot!”
«The Yoshiba funeral? Did you have something to do with that?»
“Of course not. I’m just going to have a look.”
«You don’t just go have a look at a funeral.»
“Shut your trap, Mommy Dearest, or I’ll be going to have a look at your funeral.”
«Have you got the offering?»
“Offering? What the fuck?”
«When you go to a funeral, you have to take an offering.»
“You mean like your own incense or something?”
«No, no. Don’t you know anything? An offering of money, to help with
