yeah, i thought all that murder was your work. braggart.

although there are some who doubt your 'powers', who feel the only thing you harvest is clogged sinks, and i understand completely. it's hard to view a waist-high ale-soaked follicle farm as a threat to anything more than the efficient operation of one's plumbing.

and the lady Martian can testify that i have certainly not gone...soft. okay maybe briefly, but i have the refraction power of 1,000 hobbits. that's right, i went there.