Autumn Smith/Stereotypes

Whose fucked-up imagination did you crawl out of? Wanna go back? Was this supposed to be Paradise? Like what we've done with the place? A liar, a cheat, and a charlatan walk into a bar... I have enough problems of my own already, thanks.

If ignorance is truly bliss, shouldn't you be a hell of a lot happier? How angry does it make you, fighting a war that you will never win? You can't possibly get what's coming to you fast enough. Life sucks and then you die. You came back and, guess what? Now you suck, too.