Fuck.

Mello. Hope you're still in the mood to shoot something.

-Locked to Task Force-

Orders? Kinda in a hurry here.

Just so I know, is there anyone else who needs a fucking bullet put in their head today? Speak up now, because I've got a growing list of heads and only so much time. Kinda like to know if I need to bring extra ammo.

Goodbye DoorMatts.

It was fun while it lasted.

Three women rushed to save my life. A blonde, a brunette, and a redhead. All this time I thought I was just an ordinary guy. But it turns out I'm some sort of a god.

I'm giving up this hospital bed. Zelda, thanks. But all this fresh air is starting to kill me.

((He still sounds groggy and uncomfortable.))

Shit.

Did anyone manage to sew up the holes in my favorite shirt?