[So wrought iron. Got it~ Oh man and he thought his world was creepy, he can't imagine what a coffin city is like. He really wants to know...]

If we get back. [Sorry, but he's been thinking about that a lot lately.]

Brave of you to assume any of the shit we had IN the kitchen was any good. But I used to make it work. [Fun thing about cooking in hell? They had all the common ingredients but nothing was really all that... fresh. Half rotten vegetables, questionable meats. Like cooking with the contents of your hoarding grandmothers refrigerator.] What's your favourite thing to make?