You have invoked Rorkannu. Dread Rorkannu, lord of the Dank Dimension, prodigcal scion of faltine, ruler of all he dose perceive.

Yes give me your hundred. YES! I have hundred of the earth dollars! Ahem…this is acceptable to dread rockannu. Yes. And the girls I like those ‘’suicide girls’’

Go, my mindless ones! Take the truth of the dim and disgusting dimensions to the human scum! Look at you! You are perfect! You are the sexiess, pointless mass of flesh, my mindless ones! And I set you lose on the democratic humanity! Their great goal is acting together. Thinking together. Feeeeeeling together. To obey ech other and command each other. Their precious ‘’we’’ crushing out all that is black and white creating an endless, hideous gray. You have no metaphorical gray my beautiful mindless ones. Only some shot-green you have no warrant for being. You are empty, insensible things that do not sacrifice justice to mercy. You do nothing but shuffle around, making the place look untidy, and kill still. You are the perfect replacements for humanity! Expect for those suicide girls. I do like those suicide girls.