It must be nice, being able to think whatever you want to think and making decisions for everyone else, huh? I mean, you've pretty much got me all figured out. The only thing I really know for sure about you is that... well, I don't think we even want to go there.



Anyway. How the fuck long are we supposed to walk? It's like this thing goes on for goddamn ever, and it's not exactly the most homey or welcoming of spaces. I'm not feeling the wet and dirty vibe.