This bony little troublemaker shows up late to every party, but somehow still manages to steal the spotlight (and maybe a femur or two). “SORRY FOR THE DELAY” is the only thing he remembers how to say, it’s been a few centuries since he had organs. And with “DISCRETION IS SUBJECTIVE,” he’s letting you know that rattling loudly through the afterlife is part of the aesthetic.
This bony little troublemaker shows up late to every party, but somehow still manages to steal the spotlight (and maybe a femur or two). “SORRY FOR THE DELAY” is the only thing he remembers how to say, it’s been a few centuries since he had organs. And with “DISCRETION IS SUBJECTIVE,” he’s letting you know that rattling loudly through the afterlife is part of the aesthetic.