I’ll beat all of the odds. And the evens. And those things that are sort of non-euclidean as well.

Make that shit sandwich. That band was the incarnation of Chaos.

It’s a shark sandwich kind of day.

I think the weasel is getting a bad deal. If you think about it, it’s the most essentially Chaotic creature in existence. My idol.

The work keeps piling on. Much like onto a weasel.

I’m conflicted. Chaos or sleep? But the Sleep Of Reason Produces Monsters…..so that’s a good compromise.

I’ll be alright. Even though I prefer to be all left. You know, Evil.

I usually stand up to a challenge. But when your leg hurts, you sort of just destroy people immediately and stay seated.

I’ll let you know a secret. I’m always filled with Chaos.

Space is a relative thing in more ways than one. Imagine if your relatives took up all of time and space–that’d be a disaster.