Our victory is measured by the souls we save and not the souls we kill.
Madness string 24328
He wears a mask, and his face grows to fit it.
We are starting to come to desperation as I am too lazy to clean my house without the help of my god-forsaken Roomba. Eventually, I'll have to. But not before I become one with the couch, or the bed. Whichever one I choose not to get out of.