The day had been long but the journey is not yet over. Some of you played a dangerous game yesterday, thinking I was gone and down for the count. The howls in the distance grew louder around me, yet few wanted to lend me a helping hand. That's fine, because the pack didn't finish the job when they should have and now they'll have hell to play. No one gets away with trying to put me six feet under without me being able to defend myself. The weak, the young, the unable, those are who I protect. Evildoers shall no swift judgment and pain will be their retribution.
MIDNIGHT BABY, WHY ARE YOU SUCH A FINE LOOKING GIGA CHAD.