In the morning he is there, he, she, it, Envy. Gnarled and mean Small, stunted I call he, she, it, Yve Yve is gnawing on the entrails Of my mind Over...
Wait. Did Cowboy decide that? God, now Cowboy has all the power - he is feeding off me! Oh Christ, no wonder he is so huge! i need to start another force field, i need to alleviate this pressure fast before everything spins out of control - but we are alone - so alone, completely alone, where did the rest of the world go?