-.- Oh shoot.

One word: deadBEAT.

The sound of a dying heart,
as it's being pushed to limits it's never known before.
Sometimes I wonder,
how did the slacker become such a crazy idiot,
who works so hard?

The BEAT is dying, it's fading.
As the tempo of PW picks up,
the beat of fun times fades into the background.
Today, the coroner pronounced it dead.

I'm just complaining. I know perfectly well how much Xiaoxuan hates to make us do this too. Ah well. All to pull on the armor, strap up the ammunition belts and guard your guns with your lives. We're heading into war. We're winning this one. The spoils? An A.

PS. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MA. :DD