“Ready or not, here comes the roar!”
"You suck—but I am not a floor.
I am but thread once wove with care.
I am, I am. And yet you stare.
This stain of blood, upon my coat,
It’s just the mark of things once known.”
“I suck. You gather. That’s the game.”
“And yet, we always end the same.”
“No end- just cleaning, every week!”
“No end- just cleaning, every week.”