Good try, ya bugging shank. The Gathering elects Runners, and if you think I'm tough, they'd laugh in your face.
I don't think there is a right or wrong anymore. Only horrible and not-quite-so-horrible.
What was the point of even having a conversation when words couldn't be trusted?
Anybody else wanna pee their pants and cry for mommy?
I do love ponies. Wish I could eat one right now.
I just...feel like I need to save everyone. To redeem myself.