Reckon my damage is I ain’t any more than a man, at the end of the day.

Doomfist looks like a nerd in that hat.

[ He’s sneaking down the stairs as silently as he can half-past midnight at the Deadlock clubhouse. Goddamned fucking spurs never were quiet. ] B.O.B.

Used to think I’d be dead by 30, but that came and went, so I thought by 40 my luck would run out, but that’s gettin’ close. Reckon I’ll just fake it when I start goin’ grey like the rest of y’all.

There's a ghost in my walls and she's laughin' at my misfortune.