Just a member of a little club of crime-solvers with a pet rock named Rockemy Jr.~ He got held back in everything but P.E. for two years in a row in high-school, and has no idea how to react to metaphors. "Yeah! I finally took eyeliner lessons from that one gay dude I spend like- most of my time with!" "oH! oH! I know the answer to that one! :O" "Oh. /That/ dude? I was like~ /way/ too busy feeding Rockemy Jr. his high-protein shake to really know he was there." *s h r u g s* "A murderer? Isn't that somebody who paints murals for those raisin people in the nursing homes?~" "WILL /I/ BE A RAISIN PERSON ONE DAY?!" "...You see. One day we are all destined to be sucked into the limitless, lightless void that is the reality of the absence of our future existences. One day, we will all be reduced to nothing but fossils, and the civilizations of the future will not remember a single bit of us, casting us aside like the insignificant shards of being we are in this vast, unexplored array of multiverses which envelops our unknowing selves in its expanse and~" *b l i n k s, shaking his head* "Woah, man, that was like- a totally gnarly experience right there...So like... Where's my basketball? I've got the urge to shoot some major hoops right now, man~" *Crosses his heart with a w h i s p e r* "...We don't talk about Rockemy number #1."
