RockLobster
King in the North
Get this mob ****ing slaughtered. I want bodies left on the ice. I want a new shade of red discovered on Boudreau's stupid fat face as it reflects the goal light behind whichever ringer they put in goal. I want at least four broken ankles from MacKinnon running rings around them. I wand Landeskog channelling his inner Eller. I want their season to end before it begins. I want the green filth in their box where they ****ing belong.