TOO LATE, FUCKERS.

[Freeky]

It all comes down to Tucson, where failure is an option, even when it's not an option.

SEE HOW CUTE THE REV IS?  HO HO!  SUCH A KIDDER!

But they'll see.  Oh, my, yes.

Failure is always an option, almost always the most likely option, and its usually the option that happens even when you take steps against it.  ESPECIALLY then.

[Luna]

I warned them.  I did.  I TOLD them not to dig.

Zip ties, I said, zip ties, and a mallet, but NO, they don't listen to me...

Um...

Welcome back, Roger, so good to see you...

[Epimetheus]

WELCOME back, Rev.



*looks down* Ye gods.



The so-called Mark of Tuscon...
Now, there is no hiding.
...
Then I shall meet it with equal and opposite vigor. The World Is My Burrito.

[Payne]

There is no reprieve, no mercy, no peace in Tucson, Universal or Real.  The sun will burn the truth into your eyes, and you will reject it, but lo! the truth of Tucson may never be rejected, for the burns upon thine eyes are the unveiling of all hypocrisies, manipulation, and Greydom.

You're all fucked now.  Might as well grab the nearest bottle while you go run your own... errands.

THIS.

ALSO, PAYNE WILL BUILD ME AN AVATAR, FOR MY CRUSTY, DECOMPOSED BODY IS INCOMPLETE.

MAKE IT VILE.

Sorry I didn't reply to this sooner, but I fell asleep.

I will create something truly hideous. Something bowel churningly bone wrenching.

Oh my, yes.