The barrel of the gun is always dark.
Gold is my heart and my soul cuts like the sword.
Relax, my friends. Time and space are... they're not what you think.
One second, peeps! I gotta visit the astral to place some stars.
Check that Omen, okay? Ghost boy's gonna try and sneak behind us, fam.
Bye bye, Boomer!
My plan may sound irrational, only 'cause you cannot see what I can!
Better luck next life!
The barrel of the gun is always dark.
We saw the beginning and the continuation. Now... the end!