flings comics across room bursts into flames

[thatbastard]

It's cute, you trying to figure out how my world works - as if there's some kind of underlying truth to it all, when you know it was cobbled together by idiots and charlatans and drugs. You want to figure out all the rules. Well, there aren't any. There aren't even any real secrets, as I've said. You want to write me down in proper neat little lines and say what I can and can't do. Hah. That's why you can barely play me. Write all you want - you'll never know.