Buy Marcy’s Book Or I’m Nuking These Peeps!
It's just as you always suspected.
Yes, we peace-loving, granola-eating, dirty effing hippies are really Satanists — and we're not afraid to prove it.
Just look at the picture above. Look at the poor widdle Peeps, their food-coloring eyes glistening with fear as they contemplate their imminent doom in a hideous arcane ritual.
They're on a microwave-safe plate. Each of them rests on a point of an unhallowed pentagram. I've cleaned out the inside of the nuker. I've even unhooked the smoke alarm.
Only one thing — ONE THING — can save these little bits of sugar and gelatin from a fiery demise. And that's if you, dear reader, pick up a copy or two (or eight) of Marcy Wheeler's
grimoire book, Anatomy of Deceit.
You know what to do. The Peeps are calling on you!