Party Poison, Kobra Kid, Jet Star and Fun Ghoul are faced with a threat more deadlier than ever before: an army of child soldiers bred and trained specifically to hunt Killjoys. (Set before Na Na Na.)
A poem dedicated to my friends Ben and Nate. Please be okay, guys.
Lyrics from the point of view of someone trapped in an insane asylum. I'm not locked down yet! Still got some fight left in me before I'm actually sent to the funny farm.
Song I'm writing. Review?