Peter Steele! Oh Uncle Peter. Uncle Peter, Uncle Peter, Uncle Peter. Another year gone and here we are mourning your passing once again. But at least you left us with not just several blinding albums but this staunch V to remember you by. [Cue exclamation of “Oooh! Didn't ’e ’ave big ’ands!” followed by a chorus of “My girlfriend's girlfriend, she looks like you. My girlfriend's girlfriend, she flicks Vs too." Etc.]
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