“I CAN RELATE, BED-FUСK!” In a space between heartbeats, the door was ripped off its hinges as it flew across the space of the room. A hulking mass of black armor hung with grim illustrations of death and destruction emerged through the doorway. A large firearm was held in his right hand, in the approximate design of a pistol and sharing the same dark metal as his armor. His helmet was a grinning skull, bleached white with eyes of oblivion. “LISTEN HERE, YOU EDGY MEATBAG! YOU THINK YOU CAN GET ALL LOVEY-DOVEY-TOUCHY-FEELY WITH MY [i]illegitimate[/i] DAUGHTER?! GUESS AGAIN, YOU SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG MOTHERFUСKER!” Another heartbeat moment and the imposing figure fired a shot aimed for Bedlam, it’s large casing streaking fire in its wake.