Repeat after me, I am nothing, I want to be something... A hill that grows into a mountain is what the world should see of me. Listen closely little ones because I can lead you to what is and should be next. The Pied Rabbit is here. Look around you dirty little beavers; notice that nothing ever goes right without a slam on the skull. I am that slam, thrusting like a jackhammer. Follow me into my world and your smile will be stitched on your face.