Is That the Best You Got, Bonechilling…Idea…Warehouse, or Whatever?
Come now, having a little piece of a canister fall into the garbage disposal so I have to grope around and fish it out?
That is even more cliched than the thing trying to get into my window at night. Besides, I don’t do splatterpunk. I’m one of those classy horror authors who explores, I don’t know, themes of alienation in modern life and stuff. I have to admit, though, that the bit where the electrician who did the wiring was fairly vague about labeling the circuit breaker was a nice touch.