here me, children of the maw. unloosen your jaws, so that today you may consume all that is offered to you- yea, i shall give unto you with both fists. neither superman nor 007 nor any other being can interfere with our marauding. we are the inventors of the charnal house, exquisite creatures of faerietale & myth. we sucked the sap from the trees, we bore our weight down upon our foes till their breath left them. murder & torture are the dross scraped off our crucible, mere remainders compared to our pure hearts. i do more than talk a good game. i walk the walk. i walk the paths of the valley of the shadow of death. fear me.