Huddle together, my brave, loyal ones. Let our souls not be stolen away by the cold of the night. For while we are surrounded by turmoil, cruelty, and a bloodthirsty rampage for chocolate, we must hold fast to our faith, and to each other, for in the darkest of times that is all we have. And though our quest seems bleak, our hearts are unrealistically noble, and so we will not fall. When dawn descends upon us and the beating of the drums resounds through all the lands, we will arise, with tired bodies but fiery souls. Our hair will look flipping awesome. Men and women will whisper about us for generations to come. Of our torment, our blood, and our courage. And so, we must fight, and never stop fighting, even when we have forgotten what it is that we fight for.
(It's ice-cream )