“Hail to the King, baby!”
What are you waitin’ for, Christmas?
Grab the game — it’s pure, unapologetic carnage.
Duke’s back, running wild and yelling:
“Your *ss is grass, and I’ve got the w**d-wh*cker!”
Sometimes he even amazes himself.
You’ll love this ride — promise.
After all, what are you? Some bottom-feeding, sc*m-s*cking algae eater?
Aliens don’t stand a chance.
“What we do in life echoes in eternity.”
Well, here’s your eternity, you alien b*tch.
Are you ready? Trippy.
Next time I have coffee… I’m adding cream and chaos.
See you in Hell.