"Pumpkin, put some music on, I feel like dancin'."
"Hold on, suga, I'm fixin' to right now
3,6,4 awright, now come over here, woman
Let's get this shindig started, woo! C'mon, everybody!
Now what in the hell is wrong with this juke machine?"
Be warned, my children
Six will visit, followed by the crumbling of time itself
Before the coming of Shangri-La
A dark Carnival will sweep across the land
As a shadow, plagued with destruction
A parade of freaks, jugglers, and death
This wretched nightmare is led by six faces
Three have come, three have gone, the fourth emergesnow
He walks among us as a shadow, void of light
Powered by your own darkness, strengthened by your own wickedry
A horrid reflection of your very own deep desires
Cast and reflected back upon yourself
Brothers and Sisters!
The time has come for the Necromaster
The unleashing of the fourth joker's card
The arrival of
The Great Milenko, Milenko, Milenko
"This damn thing!
Maryanne, what in the hell is wrong with this music box?"
"Don't mind that old thing, honey, it does that all the time."
