Hi. My name is Agamemnon Pearce...and I have anger issues! I am here to fix this...one, two, three, four, five....five....five...Fuck that!
Yeah I have anger issues alright motherfucker!...and I blame YOU motherfucker! Yeah, that's right. YOU! and YOU and YOU, and all you motherfucking wannabe-pseudo-fake-somebodies with no aesthetic or finesse whatsoever, with no real vision, no real care in your hearts. All you want to do is eat, eat, eat, take, and pillage. Well, that's about to change you cocksuckers! Cause I'm here...and I am not alone...Yeah, that's right, we are many! We are coming to get YOU! Phewww!Kaboom!
That went right, don't you think? ...six, seven, eight, nine, ten....goosfraba!
Hi, my name is Agamemnon Pearce. I am yey-something years old. Lets just say that I am around that age when my knees hurt when I fuck. I am Greek, and I'm proud! I also have a lot of anger! I don't know what went wrong cause its definitely not genetic. Some say that when I was born I collectively absorbed all the bad temper from all the other kids in the ward. Now, that's something. Others kids absorb genius, others absorb the looks, and others absorb...food; but hey, I absorbed the God-damned-fucking anger. Go figure. But I guess I also have a lot of anger toward all those motherfuckers who turned this island to what it is today: a cesspool of bullshit and fake dreams. So, I am here to vent off some steam. And since deep breathing and meditation did not work, its either this or the chainsaw baby!
