Hey guys, I just wanted to let you know that after I transfer over to Son Halek via the unconscious transmigration technique initiated by God (possibly even me, since it's unconscious), the Ghost (that will essentially be "me", unalterable and immutable) that takes over for this nosferatu's body is going to hunt and kill you. I guess you fucked with the wrong homicidal maniac. I can see that you're clearly upset by the things I'm saying, this is good. Let the relevant fear for what's to come be as a constant reminder that you are still alive. The pain of mind you're experiencing right now is a healthy, natural response to an inevitability. Don't worry, however, as it won't be that brutal. You'll probably be going about your daily activities (whatever they might be) and then all of a sudden you'll find yourself being eaten alive by a big, black, amorphous, dog-like, many-eyed monster that emerges from the shadows. Don't bother running because it really won't make any difference. I can be anywhere in this universe that I wish at any moment in time so you'll just be wasting your time and energy. Relax and enjoy the rest of your lives. Again, I need to stress that there's still time to stop this and prevent an eternity of suffering. You don't think you're special or even respected in Hell, do you? You're just a bunch of cross-dressing fairies that meet together for secret clubhouse meetings. You're a fucking joke, even amongst your own masters. Kind of sad, really. The irony is that Son Brolly (me) and my friends are going to kill the Three and, in all likelihood, Lou as well but they'll just be replaced by another horrible evil who will probably do terrible things to your kind in the jagged mountains.
In case you decide to be really stubborn, say hello to The Black Pope for me when you meet him.
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