In this dream, my mother discovered my secret life. She found the "costume" I wore when I went out on my masquerades. She found the weaponry I used to strike fear and steel into the hearts of the wicked and innocent alike. She found my lair, the clippings of my exploits, my secret loves, the bodies of those I'd struck down.
Most of all, the b***h found MY MUCK. >.<
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