The S Has to Be Perfect

Once mince meat got going, there was no turning back. The bell could not be unrung. Three months. If the body of glendower michael wasn't dressed, packaged, approved for shipment and disposal, he won't get an opportunity to be anything more than just another lost soul found on the streets of london in war time. They quickly learned that flesh rots fast. And even after only a days at near freezing temperatures, glendower's face had already started to go full day of the dead, sunken eyes. It's like you're old enough to have great ideas, but too young for anybody to seem to listen. We all know a guy