kenkantor: Was there something else you wanted to tell me?
kenkantor: '77 Punks.
kenkantor: Things that never come.
kenkantor: The end is near. We're going home.
kenkantor: I left this where you'd find it.
kenkantor: Stalemate of the will.
kenkantor: Another last supper.
kenkantor: Clouds are but a thin disguise.
kenkantor: If you don't come back I won't apologize.