This is where I start to have fun.
I woke up this morning and I just hated everything.
Well we can do it my way, or we can wait for the next alignment and your welcome to try and kill me then. In, oh say another 5,000 years?
Right, so... Pretty much touch anything, and you get your head chopped off.
To see your world in a grain of sand, and a heaven in a wild flower. To hold infinity in the palm of your hand, An eternity in an hour. William Blake.
Lara, it's a clock, it ticks, it tells the time. It's wrong.
This isn't a country, it's an ice cube!
If we don't get that piece then we'll have to wait five thousand years for another alignment.
I don't know about you but I'm not planning to give that much time to this enterprise.
Into the belly of the beast.
And out of the demon's ass.