Nick Powell didn't ask to be the world's foremost expert on literature and comedy. He just fucking is.
One man can only do so much to slow the spread of ignorance and mediocrity that afflicts this great nation. Which is why time-traveling geneticists cloned Nick's shit from Dante and that bitch who pretended to be Isaak Dinesen. They also threw in some ninja skills, because let's face it, in today's high-speed, business environment, you gots to have ninja skills. Strapped to a comfy chair, our hero was force fed a cocktail of high art, violence, and poetry throughout adolescence. All progressed nicely until he went fucking nuts. It was pretty sick. Explosions exploded. Limbs flew all over the fucking place. This one guy was all stumbling around carrying his intestines like a sack of potatoes. Since his escape, Nick has been plotting the demise of the government that spawned him. His intellectual contribution to Skyler's dirty drawings is strategically formulated to brainwash. So if you've got that ticklely urge to shave your head and send us all your cash money, just roll with it because that's what
the good Lord Jesus wants, so you'd better fucking do it..
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