Depression

Last night I walked in on Da Crunk and that old fake preacher Curtis Lowe tag teaming my mother. As much as she has disappointed me lately, that woman is a saint. I attacked both of those fools and started laying a beating on Curtis. Da Crunk fell off the bed and knocked himself out on the nightstand. Just as I was setting Curtis up for the Salami Super Kick I felt someone grab me around the head and I went crashing to the floor. As I woke up from the blow I saw The Liberal Librarian hovering over my mother's chest and yelling "steam power!" I then blacked out. As much as I hate my master and this gang of fools, I'm starting to see some method to their madness.