You know that feelin' you get, when y'finally get a to-do list done? Shite's in order, papers filed, mission accomplished?
How fuckin' borin' life seems, after? S'where we are. Whole bloody world full of masks an' capes an' gods, an' me an' my little bag'a tricks are left in the dust, more often'n not. It's fuckin' depressin, it is.
So I meant what I said before. Welcome back. This place fuckin' needs you for once. So fine- come rip somethin' off, f'it'll make you feel better. Give another mask somethin' t'do. At least it beats bein' too bored to drink.