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Harold Fuckin’ Attano

Sit right back and let me paint y’all picture. I get shoved down to Deathrow, ‘cause I didn’t wanna kill no more. 

I come back and I have some kid shovin’ pictures of my daughter’s dead body in my face. 

I find out some twisted ass sum bitch serial killer took her life. 

And when that little piece of trash shows his ass here. 

I’m told I have to wait. Zeus tells me I have to work within the system. Well, this system is broken boss, and I ain’t sittin’ back anymore.  

You want this invasion stomped out, well that’s exactly what you’re gonna get. 

But first, Stubbins ya stuck yer nose where it didn’t belong. You and your lil’ band of mealy-mouthed misfits think you’re doin’ me favor gettin’ in my way?  

Did you want ol’ Harold to be one of your friends… 

WHAT?! 

Amigos… 

WHAT?! 

Besties… 

WHAT?! 

Have a pool party… 

WHAT?! 

Have Attano take a dip… 

WHAT?! 

Come out a changed man… 

WHAT?! 

Well, I’ve got one response to that and it’s right here between my ring and index finger, so here’s to ya! 

But ya wanna talk about what, “appears to be… true!” 

‘Cause all that appears to be true is that you, ya metal-covered bastard are pissin’ me all the way off! 

I mean look at yourself you used to be some badass scientist with all your lil’ toys, and technological bullshit. But look at you now son, following the lead of some goofball who puts his socks on his hands and talks to them. You think you’re a scientist, well, I think you’re one hundred percent Grade A jack-ass

Doom, you look at me son, right here, right now, because I don’t want there to be any misunderstanding. I am gonna whip your ass from one side of Olympus to the other and there ain’t goddamn you can do about it! 

‘Cause you ain’t got what it takes to make me quit, son. You ain’t got the guts, you ain’t got the drive, and you damn sure ain’t got skill to put me out. 

Honestly, what’re you gonna do? 

Break My Jar and give me some Impending Doom

Son, all you’re gonna do is Drone On until you cause me and every single fan in Olympus to pass out from oxygen deprivation!  

So, what’s gonna happen Mr. Scientist, is I’m gonna walk my ass down to that ring, and you can bring every single one of your Pool Friends, and I will stomp a mudhole in every one of your lil’ asses and walk it dry!  

‘Cause you know, all it takes is *WAM!* One Shot, One Kill! It’ll be game over, son. You’ll be lookin’ up at the lights beggin’ ol’ Harold for mercy tellin’ the whole of Arcadia that you quit!  Like the lil’ bitch you’ve become! 

And it’s fittin’ this lil’ show is called… Bottom Line. 

‘Cause that’s the Bottom Line, ‘cause Harold Fuckin’ Attano said so!

Harold Attano