So I'm sick. As fuck...probably already said that? Maybe its aids? Cancer? some other alien form of erectile deformation? Yes I feel the love and for your sake pray they don't elect me dictator of the world anytime within your lifetime...or that of the time that we can bring the dead back...as I have no problem with beating a dead horse, or woman man child...alien...alligator....you get the point.
So I'm in the room of a thousand corpses recovering now....amazing the insights you don't see when your batman in your head but fucked if you know how to save the day...or care. I mean I'm a billionaire beyond Olympic level genius? Fuck saving you....don't get in trouble I'm going to the bar....with Michelle Rodriguez. Yeah I'm just getting accustomed to being rich and all bad ass. And if you don't like it Ill kill you in your house...with the doors locked and the alarm set...cause I'm fucking batman. Not that batman mind you, no I'm the batman with a cocaine addiction and a slap jack. I am also the batman with bags of concrete and chains in the back of the bat mobile....maybe a zipper mask with ears...and a hacksaw in my utility belt. Hey don't blame me you know you'd be pretty fucked up too in my position...so go hang on your pizza box cross Ronald if you don't think so.......