Derrick sits in the corner of the room wondering, "What am I doing here? This thread is like life in a prision. You can do whatever you want until you do something bad then the moderators cock thier snipers. You become covered in small red dots just before you are B&. You fall onto the ground in a bloody heap dramatically shouting, "StellAAAAA!!!!!" Derrick stands and walks to Chrono-Dragon and puts a hand on his shoulder. He looks to the sky as if he was about to say something profound, "I'll massage your feet for a pack of cigarettes." He raises a brow which gesturally asks, "How bout it?"