Some special days took place deep inside of the suburbs. It was the 1980's and people were into salad. Little did we know that long cold metal would take such an amazing place in the course of our existance. Spitting us to the earth we fell. We knew what we had to do. From that day forward we obtained as much knowledge as humanly possible. Eating it, obsorbing it and devouring it one tasty bit at a time. We were never ready for this, just thrown into it. We saw the future. It wasn't promising. Still, we stepped forward. Even though we knew the unknown and felt it was unchangeable, we would rise up and battle the motherfucking beast until he was dead. We would be the last two assholes standing.
We like you. Lets be friends. We're in this together.