-Opens briefcase and pulls out a sharp portfolio and sets it down carefully.-<br/>Was that your birthday?<br/>-Eyes squint and search for fine print, leafing through the pages.-<br/>I am going to murder the son of a bitch I had write this up for me......again<br/>-Grin's sharply as he reaches into his coat pocket for a pair of red tinted glasses and slides them on-<br/>Ahh correction your birthday is the day of reckoning, but I was incorrect also....Apocalyspe would come after the false prophet reveals itself.<br/>-Holds up portfolio-<br/>See?