 AM 1360. Well, I know one thing. You don't wait for your enemy to come to you. I have lost all my skills. And now I know how it feels to be utterly helpless. Like you and your sister. He had your gun in his hand. Sing the song for me, Silky. This is murder. The thing about saying the wrong word is that A, I don't notice it, and B, sometimes orange water gives him a bucket of plaster.