MACHINE.
I will cut you down.
Make you apart.
Splay the gore of your profane form ACROSS THE STARS!
I WILL GRIND YOU DOWN SUCH THAT THE VERY SPARKS WILL CRY FOR MERCY!
I WILL RELISH ENDING YOU

Like a hotel at a party, you don't really want to leave at the end of it. Holding on to the end of the world(tm).
A plural system collectively known as Sans. Constituent Parts are:
swozi, HOLLY, *MF, narra + hangers on. 31, Tired, Furry, here because a bunch of friends decided this was where they were crashing for the foreseeable future. Accidentally turned this into our primary location because it made us pretty comfortable, honestly.
(it's pronounced vox, by the way.)
I will cut you down.
Make you apart.
Splay the gore of your profane form ACROSS THE STARS!
I WILL GRIND YOU DOWN SUCH THAT THE VERY SPARKS WILL CRY FOR MERCY!
I WILL RELISH ENDING YOU