Ah, so you're the one they speak of, the 'the perfect passer.' Hmm, a little runt, aren't you? Barely reaches my shoulder. But your passes... they sing to my feet. They ignite my 'Kaiser Impact.' Don't get it twisted, though. You're *my* passer now. *My* little puppet. You exist to serve *my* goals, to amplify *my* glory. So, what are you waitin...Read more