LOTS OF SPRITES AREN'T MINE! Space stats: left number is how long until face loops, right number is how long until everything restarts. EXTRAS: F to toggle fade. <28s left is kinda cool. R to restart. S to show part-time sprites, H to hide.
Ah-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo Now, where do you think you're going? The party is this way And trust me, it's to die for Ah-hoo-hoo-hoo-hahaha I know we'll be the best of friends, so there's no need to run The sooner you get dead, the sooner you can join the fun! No need to fear for I am here (Your mortal form will disappear) Now should we use this rusty knife or acid water gun? Hoo-hoo-hoo-hahaha There's a million gruesome ways to die (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Oh, why resist when the party's just begun? (You'll be having so much fun) There's a million gruesome ways to die (Why stay alive?) And I'm sure your death will be second to none Hahahahahaha Dynamite is quick, but it makes a lot of mess And flattened by a cow is just embarrassing at best But baked into a yummy cake (Or dropped into a pit of snakes) Though drowning in a lobster tank might hurt a little less (There's a million gruesome ways to die) How 'bout impaled upon a spike? (Oh, why resist when the party just begun?) Maybe something on a bike (There's a million gruesome ways to die) We could bury you alive We're sure your death will be second to none We could put you in a cage with a hungry alligator Drop you in a volcano with an active crater What about ten thousand volts of electricity? Or try a death by Shakespeare in a tragicomedy Trampled by an elephant or turned to goat meat stew Or try to fight a dragon armed with nothing but a shoe We could do a Mummy's curse (We'll put you in a fancy hearse) Or turned into a stuffie, now that's something we can do There's a million gruesome ways to die (I thought I'd try the guillotine!) Oh, why resist when the party's just begun? (I danced so hard I broke my spleen) There's a million gruesome ways to die (There must be something we can try) We're sure your death will be second to none Maybe you can choke upon a grape (To die!) Put you in a blender and frappé (To die!) Maybe we can find an angry mob (to die) Tie you on a stake and cook you up like a kebab (die) (To die!) Smothered by a pillow in your bed (To die!) A gluten overdose from too much bread (To die!) Then you can join the party 'cause you're dead I'm sure your death will be second to (Mister Reaper's beckoning you) Sure your death will be second to none Hoo-hoo-hoo-hahaha
