We're Vatican assassins. How complicated can it be?
I'm still alive, which is pretty cool.
But you can't focus on things that matter if all you've been is asleep for forty years. Funny how sleep rhymes with sheep. You know.
Boom, crush. Night, losers. Winning, duh.
I've spent, I think, close to the last decade effortlessly and magically converting your tin cans into pure gold.
It's quite fitting that Slash is getting a star on the very street Axl Rose will one day be sleeping on.