Sunday Night Group. We live in a city that has walls, and those walls have to be protected by space wizards with sidearms. You weep for Vosik and you curse the Guardians. You have the luxury of not knowing what we know.
Sunday Night Group. "When the 832 sends it's raiders, they aren't sending their best folks. They're sending teabaggers, they're sending red bars, and some I assume are good people." -The Vosik