Guy Grosso was the best with its direct and brutal attacks (alas, how were brutal), or both, Feline Blacks with their evil eyes that stand out on alternate days before my impregnable little cage?
had better wake up repudiating the sunlight that made me readily apparent from the Big Guy or hatred sound of bells gives you a good morning voice, subtle feeding my uncertainties about the future?
was better but some prolonged agony, or death in ambush by unknown persons on each foot?
