A Boy Without Mischief Is Like A

Blame The Guy Who Doesn't Speak Engish.

Like The Generations Of Leaves, The Lives Of Mortal Men. Now The Wind Scatters The Old Leaves Across The Earth, Now The Living Timber Bursts With The New Buds And Spring Comes Round Again. And So With Men: As One Generation Comes To Life, Another Dies Away.

Pffft, English. Who Needs That? I'm Never Going To England.

Be Strong, Saith My Heart; I Am A Soldier; I Have Seen Worse Sights Than This.

Marge, When I Join An Underground Cult I Expect A Little Support From My Family.