Spooky Jefferson's Ideal Lunch Box

In 2012 on a cold winters eve, a harrowing wind blew the leaves from the trees, the clouds did descend and the fog filtered in and covered a town that was laden with sin. The taverns were empty no glee found within, without any atmosphere depression set in, Men with no morals no shame to atone, would go out all night and leave their wives home. But then through the silence, dark laughter cuts through, a sinister Doctor creates something new, with an idea in mind he hatched a grand plan. The fruition of which created a man. Inside an asylum beyond the locked gate, a Doctor's creation is standing up straight, with a yawn and a stretch he puts on his clothes. A top hat, a scarf and fine jacket to pose. With his long slumber over, this town to rebuild, the people his audience, a fierce band his guild. His quest found a sextet whose minds were so twisted, they were the finest players who ever existed, whose furious sound would frankly astound and leave your ears bloody and blistered. This band will distract you from all that is sane, in dark corners people would whisper their name. Their ravings in song were exceedingly long and never a one was the same. So come enter our realm our surreal paradox, as we are Spooky Jefferson's ideal lunchbox. Hello Children. Entering our realm for the very first time? we hope you enjoy your stay, once you have eaten from the lunch box, lock it away...