Uploaded on Jul 26, 2009
Boys, seems our friend T-Bird won't be joining us this evening on account of a slight case of death.
Well, well, well. Devil's Night is upon us again. Thought we'd throw a little party, start a bunch of fires, make a little profit
Problem is, it's all been done before, you see what I'm saying?
Wrong, that's the best reason to quit. The only reason to quit. Man has an idea. The idea attracts others, like minded. The idea expands, the idea becomes an institution. What was the idea? You see, that's what's been bothering me boys. When I tell you when I used to think about the idea itself, it put a big ol' smile on my face. You see gentlemen, greed is for amateurs. Disorder, chaos, anarchy. Now that's fun!
What about it? I started the first fires in this goddamn city. Before I knew it every charlatan and shit heel was imitating me. You know what they got now? Devil's Night greeting cards. Isn't that precious. The idea has become the institution, boys. Time to move along.
No, I want you to set a fire so goddman big the god's will notice of us again, that's what I'm saying. I want all of you boys to be able look me straight in the eye one more time and say 'Are we having fun or what?' Hey you, what's your name? Skank? You don't feel that?
I feel like a little worm on a big fuckin hook. Well, boy, your momma must be damn proud of you.
How the hell did that thing get in here?
So you're him, huh? The Avenger. The killer of killers. Nice outfit. I'm not sure about the face, though.
Well, you can't have him.
Awww, this is already boring the shit out of me. Kill him!
Ooh, that had to hurt.