the true heart of darkness

Seeing them together, watching them work, made me shiver. They were like evil twins who spoke their own language. 
And their syrupy sweet baby talk to one another, well it was just plain spooky. 
Freeze, with a glut stick in one hand, a scrap of fur in the other: "Michael, Snooky, la-da-doo?" Michael: "Yes, Freezeskers, lover-la-da?" 
THAT, my friend, is the true heart of darkness. Speaking together in tongues - one mind, one goal. 


James St. James, Party Monster