Of course the second you sit down to watch your favorite show there’s something! To tear you away from your well-earned free time is a knock at the door, and a faint honk following it. Weird, you don't remember having a doorbell.

You open the door to find a tall-ass troll in front of you, peering down with hazy eyes and a dumb smile. "Morning, motherfuckin' brother." He croaks. "You got a motherfucking minute to all up and talk about our Lord, the Angel of the motherfucking' Double Death?" He waves a bottle of Faygo in your general direction, in what you can only assume is an exchange for your time.