Solus Wing; heed my words, and heed them well, because they very well could be the last thing you "hear" with your wretched audio-receptive devices that you call ears. I will carve the flesh from your bones with my own teeth. I will strip you of your plates and wiring until you are little more than a battery, with which I will use to power my cat's litter box. I will delete the word "Mercy" from your hard drive. Your cogitators will be used to scoop my cat's piss and ♥♥♥♥. You are nothing to me, and Garviel is my world. You will serve him with NO honor, your corpse will be strung about my home like party streamers.