“When you fuck with death, things get messy.”
Tony Todd’s scene brought sad tears to my eyes. RIP to a legend. On the other side, all these dope kills brought happy tears to my eyes. It’s so much fun, especially in a theater, and the death related soundtrack goes hard as fuck. Don’t see it with your cousins, though.
UPDATE: my low tire pressure light went on as I was driving home on the highway and then the song I was listening to (shoutout Bike Routes) started talking about dying in a fireball on the highway. Thought Death was about to cook me for a minute.