"AS I ROAR DOWN THE ASPHALT IN THE BACK OF A TRUCK, MILKING THE MOUNTAIN TO FLUSH ITS TEARS, HEARING IMPAIRED, IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO FLEE, FIRE FROM EARTH, I NO LONGER NEED THE KEYS, MY GAME BOARD IS TATTERED, I SET OUT AMONG THE SPEEDING FACES LOOKING IN AND SEE THEIR TEETH CLATTER, GO OUT MAN OF HOLY GRIME, AMBUSH THE ANCIENT CITIES." E.D.L