"Well. I may have found him. And had some fun." I turn around. The face isn't mine, it's the truckers. You can see the outline where I ripped the face off, and even a seam line from where I had to sow it back together, because it ripped. I remove it, revealing a giant grin and a blood soaked face. My eyes are filled with madness. "We learned so much about each other! I know that he has- Sorry, had a family! I made him watch me burn down his house. He told me everything before that though, I was just interested in... Anyway, he's part of the Flarpertle, a alien gang of sorts. They wanted us out the business, even though we just joined. How about we go find them?"