I can't feel my legs! Oh fuck I can't feel my legs! You Bitch! You fucking bitch. You can't leave me like this!
[She stops and pulls out a lighter
You should have shut up after, "I can't feel my legs"!
[She throws the lighter igniting a trail of gasoline. The flames creep up to Simmons lying against a destroyed car. He catches fire and the vehicle blows up as Rubi calmly walks away
Produced by Chris Daniele
and Creepin' Cadavers
Written and Performed by Creepin' Cadavers See more