Die Modden Squadden, or a Lesson in Bad Taste
There were coffins, toilets, underwater landscapes that had everything except Mario swimming around looking for coins, a box file, a bikini babe and this thing. Honestly, wherever I go in my nightmares, Hello frackin’ Kitty is there, waiting. Pass me the chainsaw, Helmut, and make it snappy: I’ve got a whole gallery to get through.…