“Come here, Garbage.”
GIMME SOME STATS Sky foot nine weighs two sixteen Drives a car big as a truck With fists the size of jars
Someone who once wronged you has fallen ill! Not an open enemy, perhaps; it may be that you are the only soul in the world who knows the offense they committed against you. These are the early hours of the first flush of triumph, and you must keep your wits and your blood about you!