Have you felt the gaze of the rubber menace? That cold, piercing stare? There's nothing behind those eyes you know. Not even what one might even call a soul, there's simply nothing, not even the pleasure of killing them.

Have you felt the gaze of the rubber menace? That cold, piercing stare? There's nothing behind those eyes you know. Not even what one might even call a soul, there's simply nothing, not even the pleasure of killing them.