The Worst and Saddest Day

Good reason for that. No one declared aught. You had a lot of lovely guiding expectations. They were all garbage. You've let yourself down in such a constitutional way,

Who are you if you're a member of this men's club? Forget the charter. It's made by animals. Your pedigree demands an answer and an effort. Can't deliver? We know what you mean. We started this club. If we deliver, I hand over to you: a bundle of organs wrapped in wax paper.

NO, LISTEN UP CREW.

Please. Everything's under control. Dissention in the ranks is part of what makes a great house great. Conflict provides grit. Grit provides traction. And, we're going somewhere.

Consult your moral compass. Take the last shit. Stuff your wallet with interesting facts. You'll still fail in public spaces! Go to your opening night, and they'll confuse with you the youth that you've trained out of. Well, just, WHOOPS.

Could be that the end of things is near. Oh, that's the secret you keep with youself isn't it?

Couldn't of known. Never would have guessed. Even caught, you're gnawing on the bone.

We're due for a private conference.

Michael Skolnick.

Come to my office.

Blessings,
Doctor Eight