Never trust a baby. Those diabolical, rowdy beasts are out to take your very dignity away.
Ah, those are total lies...fine, you've nailed me. I'm soft and this is kinda cute.
Metal, boobs, skulls, and Flying V guitars.
There. See? I'm back to normal.
OK, so it's no secret that I am an absolute freak for The Monkees.
Watch the happiest songs in the whole world turn into grim death-marches, thanks to changing the key.
It's Shepherd of Fire!