I refuse to bear this. I'm aware of your plot. I shall henceforth make it known, this great American scandal. I can't dance idly whilst I remain here, because your foresight lacks credulity. As you question this at your leisure, I act upon this burden of discomfort. Father in Heaven, Tis an illusion. Hear me plainly: It's Sabotage.
-Sir Boys of Beastie.
