i always hang onto my helmets until the shell cracks, despite most helmets telling me to trash it after one impact. i don't have that kind of money.
And so, the figment of the delusional man's imagination said unto Kevin, "What is your fucking problem, asshole?"
It was a rhetorical question, for God already knew that Kevins biggest problems were with Him. Kevin would have answered it anyways though, if not for the fact that God existed only in delusions, and only insane people could hear Him.
- Truth, 13:08