 We have strewned across our world as giants until we finally faced our David. This tiny worm whose emergence was buried beneath the mountain of politics has all it took to show us how insignificant we are and by the time people paid attention it was already too late for his hope. There are those among us that are not cowed by the terrors of this new world ones that are immune to the skirt and are ready to raise arms and take back what is ours. Spare us the poetry, fucknuts. How do we kill it? Leave ammo here! We need to take this opportunity to press our advantage. You know how I feel about Phillips, but he's right about one thing. This is a war. This town and I'll be damned if I let you destroy it. Gotta do something. And you're that somebody? Didn't say I wanted to do it alone, did I? Scription, bitch.