[homunculous]

In my younger and more vulnerable years my father taught me something I would not soon forget. You glouch remind me of a young and naive Whitman, spouting the same tired shtick hoping to build a congregation, I refrained from slander at the first but the second I shall confront. First and foremost there is no sign of a 'careface' on that cat whatsoever, is that some crude form of mockery, is it an obscure obsession that drives you... Nay I see a more sinister light driving your motives and shaded blitzkrieg if you will, I will not fall for such cheap distractions. I am here and I am play witness to you're ploy. Think me not some greenhorn to be runover by a matured and decorated, bloated by pride veteran, view me as a battle hardened kin lost at birth to a fatherland spoken naught. Watch your next move for I've seen it and the move after lead to the fall of greater men than you.