The 6th Teat of Good Intentions
*Xavier:* Fate. Destiny. Fatestinatey. People toss those words around like tennis balls. Well, I eat balls for breakfast. —————————— *Police Officer:* Someone stole our bloodhounds, but we got the backup bloodhounds to chase the first tier of bloodhounds. —————————— *The Everchild:* Don’t you see? The missing child you each seek to reconnect with is still inside you all. But you buried it. You, Paul, when you were six and you killed that spider monkey with that claw hammer, you really just squashed your heart with that hammer, and that’s why you became a dirty pig cop.