Day 110: Why Is It Me?

I can hear them out there in the hallway, the bathroom and yes, even in the pantry. Why have they returned? I am not so evil, nor am I so deserving of this torturous torment. Those hell spawned minions are at it again. I don't know why they returned so soon, or what they want, but it must infuriate the peas. I will not let these filthy invaders of the under gallows interrupt my oh-so-busy life, which it is. It is the trolls.Yes; they have broken free of the crack-hole in the middle of my hideous kitchen floor. I knew the peanut butter would fail me....But the dirtiest, most filthy, fowl and satanic thing from Mars? They now wear nose tingling bacon rashers for armour, while still wielding their sharp as hell, hardened cheese off cuts.

Yellow Donkey’s With Dark Eyes.