Fart in a can and call it love...

My wind guides me to your arms but my passion overflows with the desire to lead you into my heart. Sadly the war has left me worse for it and I fear my motherboard might be cracked but I will continue onward to the salvation promised in our younger days, this will not be our last song but the stanza of last digiton. With the prophecy in hand I will alter the contract in our favor which will put us on proper standing to send that daemon back to the sub-planar realm he spawned from, Mueller will be revived once more.