{just your friendly neighbourhood homicidal pervert}

[corrupted_steel]

[very early morning and he's trotting through the streets of Central, two boxes of chalk in hand and leaving two sticks each of chalk before every inhabited doorstep. and sticking them into Strategic Places such as under benches, keyholes, the space between bricks, and the like.]

Rock-a-bye ba-by on the tree-top,
When the wind blows, the cra-dle will rock~
When the bough breaks, the cra-dle will fall,
Down will come ba-by, cradle and all...

[and he continues on crooning to himself]