It was a joke, Fel. Ewerybody knows I can't fuckin' stand wigilantes. Since, you know, they'we tortured and murdered me now and all.

And I dunno. Ed didn't really giwe me a whole lotta time to sort this shit out before he threw me out on my ass, figuratiwely and otherwise. Throw in this shitwreck of a Porter malfunction and I'm still scramblin' to catch up.

Worst comes to worst, I'll just go liwe in the Titanic wreck or somethin'. Quen'll take care a my cat.