Theodor Deathrage

"I haven't the foggiest what you are going on about Swauk. You know as well as I that I couldn't even be the Nightslasher.
Not fit enough. Though If I was, which I am not, I wouldn't be getting slashed up by an axe of a bloody barber. Wouldn't be fitting He groans softly moving to sit in the chair that was cleaned off for him.