When You're Done...

...experimenting with peyote and the resulting fractured psyche, we shall resume the jousting match. Rest up NoSoy Boy.

As new light shines upon the earth so shall you rise to the occasion of defending your position of soy being the bane of human existence.

I shall on the other hand tell tales of noble soy and its benefits amongst kings and great thinkers.

We battle soon. Ignore all other contenders for they are weak and only serve to disrupt the mighty ones.

Rest now.

Rise a warrior for the land of NoSoyRee.