Green Rodents

Must die! Morach the Great not only broke into my house, but left me a note in my diary on a purple sticky note. Doesn't he know diaries are private things? Very private things! That's why they put little pad locks on them.

Now my inner most thoughts and secrets will probably be spread all through the sewers and the cemetery. Just what I need, demons whispering about me around every tombstone.

I guess that means I'll just have to kill them all, but I'm getting sidetracked. Yesterday, Morach and I battled on the rooftop of Monte's World. He was after a new shipment of cheese in a can, which he needed to complete his cheese gun. I don't know about you, Diary, but the last thing I want is for Morach to turn everyone I know into a cheese sculpture. Except maybe for the high school.

That would be kind of cool. No matter which way you slice it. (Get it? The Slayer made a funny!)