kenkantor: But it's been years.
kenkantor: No one wants to hear your stories again.
kenkantor: A dirty mind was your best feature.
kenkantor: When the winter comes, this will all be forgotten.
kenkantor: If it wasn't for you, what would I do?
kenkantor: Publicity.
kenkantor: Let's go somewhere fun for once.
kenkantor: Washed up years ago.