ROTTEN FOOLS ROTTEN FOOLS, ALL THESE ROTTEN FOOLS, NOTHING INSIDE.
GREET THE ABYSS THAT AWAITS YOU.
Nothing but Trimjrtle matters anymore.
I'll claim the debts of all, but first these two peculiar scum. Lay waste to the base of all vehement slugs. Spared you fools over a decade ago. And that was all on me. I take the blame, it was my mistake. You've shape-shifted, changed sounds, traversed the bends. I've kept you under, lock and key. Sworn to die, before you conquer me. And now, you'll play the clock until you bleed.
