Being a part of the Freddy Fazbender's joint was a pain in the ass.

Work was horrible since there was always the risk of someone getting a bunch of rusted metal springlocks stabbed into their lungs while performing in one of those furry animal suits, the pizzas are abominations to society, aswell as the fact nobody can quit.

Oh, and the fact one of the managers just couldnt stop happily yapping about his wife. Who was the said manager? Peter.

And his wife is fucking dead.