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Sock Sowachowski isn't your average kid. He just killed his parents.. in his sleep. Now of course, most people would be perhaps a little shaken up after having just accidentally sleep-murdered their parents. But Sock was not most people. See, Sock had been struggling with the overwhelming desire to kill things all of his life. You could say he had some mildly homicidal tendencies. No, what made Sock so uneasy, is what he'd have to do next.

"Well old friend, never thought I'd find myself at your business end. Hm.. last words? Eulogy? I suppose it doesn't really matter. It's not like anyone's listening or watching me right now."

"Welcome to Hell, would ya like a hand?"