-Father you're so prode and arigent, but deep down your hart beets like mine. I'm your son and I will always love you. Fare well young mother may the good spirits keep you safe.-

-There monsters, and there favorit thing to do is to hunt me down, and it's two agenst one so theres not much I can do.-

-They can't, there all dead. In three years the Earths specil forces will be gone.-

-No you die befor it. Not long from now you're going to ceacth a raticl virus that atacks the hart. Your going to die from it.-

-Beleive what you want to.-

-Well so much for your thery.-

-You should know the wepon dosen't make the man.-