OK:
This is my new shtick:
I am a pissed-off, lonely drunk who accidently invented Fifth Generation Warfare. I am pissed off and drunk because I am a programmed killer...gone awry; my new target is my monstrous makers.
I retain all the powers and appurtenances pertaining thereto to my auto-installation into the offices of Transtemporal Courier and Supreme Ruler of 3-Space.
And I am just as beautiful as ever, and there is someone in this town who knows how to cut hair.
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By the way, I neglected to tell you that due to
