“Gather around, kiddies. It’s time for the tale of old man George “A” mcgore.”

“you see kiddos, old George had a fear of germs, so much so he did some strange stuff. He began scraping off his own skin off in the shower, claiming it too no longer be clean.”

“he got his people, his very clean people… to harvest other folks, harvesting for what? Well, old George “A” Mcgore thought his internals, his intestines and stuff ain’t clean no more.”

”he used the leftovers for his own gain, making an awfully clean profit… a few “clean” skeletons with perfect teeth, a few clean kidneys with a perfect a construct.”

”but, now see kiddies.”

”even thought George “A” Mcgore lived in a very clean place, even thought HE made himself VERY clean… his soul was not clean, but even thought George ”A” Mcgore has passed, his very clean soul still torments the damned who he believes are not clean, who he believes must be clean.”

“his own vision of a perfectly, clean hell.“

“the cleanest hell on earth, and the cleanest man on earth to run it.”