Scot

stranded in a life in which your struggle for acceptance is a never-ending chore upbraided for your actions past and present and rewarded for ideas of the future's bright open door the henchman is the human analogue of the suffering multitudes who like good dogs sit and lick for their reward so what good advice have I got for you to insure against your likely metamorphosis into this reprobate? don't be a henchman! stand on your laurels do what no one else does praise the good of other men for good man's sake and when everyone else in the world follows your lead (although a cold day in hell it will surely be) that's when the entire world shall live in harmony