It’s the punch you don’t see coming that hits you the hardest. And I tell ya, the hit I just took caught me so flatfooted, it about put my lights out.

Since last season, I’ve been working under the assumption that, for whatever reason, you had a mad-on for me, Leary. I figured that somewhere along the line you decided that you hated me so much your only course of action was to take everything away from me, and leave behind a husk of a man that I had only recently discovered I was. And you took it all – you got my clothes, my shades, my prized baby girl street rod…and I ain’t too proud to admit that you got so far under my skin that you even got me to shave my own head. Mission accomplished, you won.

But that wasn’t ever it, was it? I just recently put it together, myself – you’ve had that creepazoid The Whisper in your ear from the jump, and he’s been feeding you secrets about our…shared past.

At first, it seemed like more needling from a persistent thorn in my side. Something else to drive me further up the wall. But as you kept hinting and dropping names that caused some memories to stir, I got to picking up what you were putting down. I didn’t believe you, but I got what you were driving at.

Now, though, it’s an entirely different song. You showed me, directly to my face, the proof that confirmed what I was trying to deny. I’m a monster, an abhuman. Titor created me. Same as they created you. Same as every other Volgar in the line. The Whisper helped you to take one last thing from me.

So now, ol Juke Jo…I’ve got to do some figuring. I gotta get my mind around the idea that I’m not at all who or what I thought I was. It’s gonna take me some time to figure out what, if anything, is real. I guess it’s a long-winded way of sayin ... I’ll see ya when I see ya.

Before I split, a word to one of the only friends I've made during my stay – Missile, be careful mixing up with The Whisper. He’s a snake hidden in some real tall grass. He’s more dangerous than he looks, and he’s got some dark powers at his aid.

-LC