(06-15-2017, 05:20 PM)Vincent Lane Said: DO NOT THINK FOR A SINGLE MOMENT THAT I AM GOING ANYWHERE.

I DECLARE A COMPLETE AND TOTAL RENEGE OF MY STIPULATION. THERE WILL BE NO SHIFT IN POWER.

IN ORDER TO RID THE XWF OF ME, YOU HAVE TO DEFEAT ME... NOT SIMPLY SURVIVE AND GET LUCKY.

JAMES RAVEN, YOU PROVED WHY YOU SPENT THE LAST FIVE YEARS AS AN AFTERTHOUGHT. YOU WERE HIRED FOR A SINGLE PURPOSE AND YOU FAILED IN IT MISERABLY. WELL DONE. NOW YOU MAY VANISH WITH THE REST OF YOUR OLD FRIENDS.

THEO PRYCE?

HEH.

YOU HAVE YOUR FRIENDS... AND I HAVE MINE.

"Hey, fucko! You want sum fuk? Or maybe you'd like the Clown Prince of Faggotry AND Pageantry? I can help you with them rrhoids named Kings. Fuck their trademark. I'm up for fucking shit up.

If you build it, I will come.

And cum I shall.

Buckets of it just glazing their fucking faces with clown jizz. Which tastes funny, looks funny, smells funny, and is hard to get rid of!

Anyway, just think about the God of Tits and Wine and I shall appear. With Tyrion Lannister. Not Peter Dinklage, I'm talking about the pug fugly book version that has some of his nose chopped off. Then we'll party!

Unless you want the Broken fatty fat fat. But he's not as fun, but I'm more fun. And a lot gayer. And a lot straighter. And a clown. AND WHO DOESN'T LOVE CLOWNS?! Only a FUCKING CLOWNCIST! Fucking .

Anyway, you kinda know how to contact me. I'mma wait for ya by the mindphone!

Toodle-pip!"