right in the middle of a bunch of ass crapsterpiece type shit that will come to fruition in about 83 astromedallions. shit, that's the other style, well, fuck, guess i only have one, and if you believe that, shit, mad swampland up for sale to you and any others ready to step, just kick start your motorbike and meet me at the four corners cafe, right up the road from that scarecrow with the ten gallon hat kickin it out by the cow patties and peppermint sticks.

chuuch.