The North American force-buy resolution

Bad breathe and crooked teeth, all from persevering, all from biting down on bullets. 

The European scene is fierce.

An ominous sound of a young man chewing on a head bellow through the minds of the audience. The air is moist. The mice are chirping like birds. The stage is set, and only the victor will be granted entrance to the promised land – a quarantine zone filled to the brim with stupid pussy and easy competition. And money, lots and lots of money.