Oh hell yes, Reazee is my bastard son then? awesomenessesssessessesssssssssss are coming, wash your cars...
Dear god I'm tired, eyes.. closing... flying rabbits.. becoming realer... must... resist... oh dear god is that micheal jackson? FLEE TO THE HILLS! oh shit.. he's coming from the hills... if you see the hills run in the other direction!
Yes... and now you all know why I can - Nay, MUST - never sleep.
- Nick