Originally Posted by Rated_R(ob)KO
Wells: At least what I say about your mother is true, dipshit. Can't take the heat, then finish my damn sandwich already and then you can get out of the kitchen Artemis. In reality, you have nothing, there is NOTHING to hold onto, so get the fuck out of fantasy land already. And of course you'll bring them up, lord knows you have toot your own fucking horn whenever you can, because all you got is words Eclipse. And people can be afraid, or not afraid, I don't care, the result in the end doesn't change, with me winning, and them losing. You face me, and they'll have to put you in something like a shell, a grave.