So the
old man decided to drop in for a sabbatical.
How 'bout them apples.
Everybody hold up okay under the barrage of Chuckie dolls? Didn't even notice them, honestly, too damn busy coming down with some kind of flu from hell. Preemptively: no soup, no visits, I'm fine, period point blank.
│ Dante's here. Lady's here. That Lucia chick. Vergil I'm ignoring in the hopes that he'll crawl back into whatever pit vomited him out in the first place. Christ, all we need now's a Gloria and we're good to rock and roll. Kyrie-- │
Hey
asshole, stock your fridge. I'm gonna take you up on that offer. Frozen pizzas will get your face kicked the hell in.