But alas, he was made to leave his masterpiece behind! At the very least, whatever poor soul gets locked away there will have plenty ta reflect on. Enlightenment! And oh the irony if such were true, born from a tale of utter darkness.
*He gives an exaggerated sigh, then stretches out his arms over his head, wrench grasped firmly in each gloved hand. Seems he's managed to persuade them to return that, too.*
Well now. I wonder what all I've missed. Somethin' and nothin' are both the same, rendering such a question pointless. And so I've been given freedom once again, but what's freedom when yer still surrounded by walls an' nowhere to go but-
*Aaand he turns on his heel to make a beeline for the junkyard*