I've done some pretty amazing things in my life, but no one knows who I
am. By my count, I saved the world at least twice with my slimy, black
Grook hands. But Dourif tells me I have no class. I show up to a fight
over a "whey line" and no one even targets me. Considering the name I go
by, it's like this bone dagger was made for my paws. But no, I don't get
no respect. No tail. And certainly no gold.

I'm not one to complain (and maybe that's been my problem) but I will
say this. Write this. It's an announcement; the greatest of the Tercetto
brothers is back. In black. And you know-it-alls had better despair.

Third time's the charm. You know who you are.

That is all.


Penned by my hand on the 17th of Arios, in the year 421 MA.