I smirk at you.. "Perhaps.. I am the crazy one.." "Perhaps.. we've met.. a hundred times already.. you simply don't remember." "Perhaps.. Your tired of me repeating myself.. over.. and over and Over.. and Over.. and Over AGAIN..!" "maybe.. you just miss my pretty face.." My eyes go black for a second.. and I smile.. "But that doesn't matter.." *People like you.. for one thing.. and it's Disgusting.." "you want answers? well.. games were always His Fortune.."