It comes from the diaphragm. OF HELL.

Sometimes I get a laugh out of myself.

I am sitting in my studio, dancing around to dudes screaming about eternal suffering or something about life being a deep pit of horrible despair, while photoshopping bright pink backgrounds of the adorable kitty stickers I drew.

If I ever get my own house I am going to build a soundproof room in the basement where I can perfect my metal guy scream. And paint it piiiiink.