We knew each other before we actually met, Strafe. I've seen you in all the games made me stay here forever, and I know you noticed me. You spoke to me with your first ridiculous ad and I couldn't wait to paint your walls red. You know, for strategic reasons after the maniacal laughter dies down.
You're also better than me. I thought I was ready but you had more going on than I gave you credit for. After I gave up on you, you came back stronger than ever. I know you have closer friends, but I still like it when we make eye contact from across the room. I never mind the acid or the blood either. Thanks for being there, Strafe.