I used to be a man named Beasley Baker. A pretty cool man, I might add. I enjoyed many hobbies, like killing people and performing rituals...pretty standard stuff. Until I was killed, that is. After that I was reborn through my wiccan girlfriend as Baby Beasley, and I was able to continue pursuing my interests, like killing people. Until that fucker Bartholomew killed me again. He killed me a few times, actually. Luckily my girlfriend's evil sister Lizzy took care of Bart and I was allowed to return to life once again...until that bitch Trish ripped me in half with a garage door (don't ask). So now I'm dead again....but who knows....I may come back.
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