Bartholemew Laughs as his Ghost Band begins to take Psychic Requests, and saddles up himself on a Gnarly Black and Red Metal Number, revving up hard as he moves to follow in.<br/><br/>"Alright. Let's get down to business. To Control, The Wo- Er. I mean. Defeat the Huns? No, that's not right.. Ah fuck it! Let's kick some ass." He says with a laugh, as he peels down the road after the Storm Riders- his bike leaving a trail of black and red in the air.<br/><br/>Soon he's caught up as well, and riding heftily. "Hi Ho. Hi Ho. It's offff to work I go. With a Derry Boo and a Hil- Fuck, always forget how that part goes. SO uh. Whats the plan?"