Samuel L. Jackson Ipsum

After the avalanche, it took us a week to climb out. and i will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. but for some reason, you and i react the exact same way to water. he's the exact opposite of the hero. i'm not a mistake! it all makes sense! in a comic, you know how you can tell who the arch-villain's going to be? it actually says that in the little book that comes with it: the most popular gun in american crime. like it knows it killed the world once and got a taste for murder. like they're actually proud of that shit. nature is lethal but it doesn't hold a candle to man. no? now, i don't know exactly when we turned on each other, but i know that seven of us survived the slide... she starred in one of the ones that became nothing. some don't, become nothing. some pilots get picked and become television programs. they called me mr glass. we said we'd say it was the snow that killed the other two, but it wasn't. we're on the same curve, just on opposite ends. you listen: we go in there, and that nigga winston or anybody else is in there, you the first motherfucker to get shot. you understand?.