texts: Let me get this straight.  You're like, this greasy bum, and I have to go to the graveyard with you 'cause I'm chosen, and there's vampires. </s> <s> Yes. </s> <s> Does Elvis talk to you?  Tell you to do things?  Do you see spots?
labels: I don't have time for your prattling. I have proof.  You bear the mark.