CURSE YOU SNAIIIIL!

CURSE YOU SNAIIIIL!

I HEREBY VOW YOU SHALL RUE THIS DAY!

BEHOLD, MY IMAGINARY GIRLFRIEND, AND I 621.

YOUR FEARS MADE FLESH.

SOLID OF PLATE YOU MAY BE FOUL PILOT!

BUT I WILL PUNCH A HOLE IN YOUR POLISHED HIDE.

WITH AN EXPERIMENTAL HARPOON!

WITH EVERY LAST DROP OF MY BEING!