"Curse you Perry the anthropomorphic agent platypus, who wears a fedora but for some reason doesn't wear pants, and it's always awkward seeing you without pants because I can't help but look you-know-where. Also, my medical bill is HIGH thanks to you. I mean, come on dude."
This image, this god forsaken drawing appeared in my child's tiny hands when he was presenting his drawing. He loved Phineas and Ferb, and his favorite character was Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz. But that drawing, it haunts me forever. Those eyes are so realistic, they appear to be staring into my my soul, and his mouth was so tiny and creepy, I get the shivers when my eyes pass it's gaze. This damn drawing drew me to madness, I killed my child, they were obviously possessed if the could draw the embodiment of the devil. I've gone mad, there is no way to save me from the sweet release of death. On the morrow, I shall kill myself in the flames I cast upon this picture.
Good bye cruel world, curse you Perry, my child.