[kahljorn]

That'd be awesome.

Lola had just escapen from a vintage jail, complete with ball and chain. I had a chain weighing down on my soul, from killing those cops last night. Why were they shooting at me? Were they working for someone, or were they just doing their jobs? I knew there was an answer, somewhere, but my soul was too sluggish to find it. Lola wasn't wearing a shirt. I knew what had to be done.