Empire State

Since I've heard that name. Oh, if you only knew how long. The endless empty years. Waiting, waiting, waiting for what? To escape the narrow confines of this world. To split us under the coffin of my existence.

And once more, tread among the stars. That's a very pretty speech. My home is many light years from this little blue world. But I've blended in rather well, don't you think? Who would know that St. Nicholas Valentine, who had the ear of the ground heads of Europe, was once car-fock slaughter of the unworthy?

I would. What's the email? Slaughter of the unworthy. How come you to know me? I came here to find you, monster, and to put an end to your wretched life. I am armed. So you are, my dear.

Dear, tell me, is this a personal mission? Or is it my reputation, you envy? You murdered my parents. You unspeakable fiend. Did I? Did I? How remiss of me? I, you suppose, a formal apology, it wouldn't do any good?

All right, Valentine. Just stay put, shall we, you face? Where is that motherfucker? Come on, you hit fate, where is he? Don't play cute.