The Assassin from Reaver by The Brontosaur

My head is stuck…drunk way too much. I’ve heard enough. I’m already up (mostly sobered up), not too loaded to confront what I’ve got to do. I’m the only hope, I’m a rolling stone. Check the periscope, all is visible. I assume control of the vehicle (the dirigible). I meet the oil man. He firmly shakes my hand.
“This is the greatest land!”
“I am a citizen!”
I have been sent to restore what’s been broken, as the torpedo doors start to open. Now I’m taking aim, no distractions.
“I’m a burning flame!” (Not a madman)
I’m filled with chemicals, they’re foaming in my throat. I am invulnerable, there’s thunder in my bones. And there’s no antidote, which keeps me on my toes. It keeps me on my toes. I’m above the shame, I’m above all the laws. I ignore the pain, I ignore the applause. (I don’t have to wait for the voices to pause). I can smell the air as I line up the shot. I don’t really care if it’s wrong or it’s not. He who hesitates will surely be lost, and I can hardly wait to light it up!
“I can hardly wait to make it go pop!”
I’m as guilty as you. I’m as filthy as you are.

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