"...Well that's bleak-"
.. And well, there he was, singing to himself as he was sat in front of a workbench, he was working on the handgun he gave Mihal yesterday..
“Digging, myself.. a grave, won’t you dig a grave, with meeee..?.. -sigh-,.. Why am I still thinking about him? He’s just a human, a human Mother Miranda picked out of no where, so why?.. Ai ai ai..-“
He rubbed his head slightly, as he sat aside, the newly modified, gun. />