Fine fine. He was my first friend, but he never knew that I was a god, the underworld God, lucky for that bastard, until he died. I didn't want to grind him to a powder like others, so I let him go, but he had to leave his skin, flesh, and muscles. I let him keep his hair Have you ever seen chest hair on a ribcage? It's unnatural.

[b]Chesthair... On a ribcage... that is so dope![/b]