MY UNDERSTANDING IS THIS...?

Feeling general sense of ungoodness with caked on stimuli. My understanding is this: that you and your little friends want to play a game with me. A game of torture and uncertainty at the hands of the father. But I won't be alarmed. There is one thing that can not be stopped: that is God. The god of all creation will kill all his opposors. But don't let that stop you. Go right ahead. I will be waiting for you to slip up and reveal your true intentions and I will laugh because I am right. The wanking pelicans of undersea glory to the moon gods of tomorrow will be crushed by his mighty hand. And I will be at peace knowing his will has been done. So go forth and greet the business man of which whom you have been spoken to so many times before. But know that I am watching you. Watching you with the rabid curiosity that has sparked so many generations of fighting between our clans. The clams will shatter at this word, for I am the great undead poster child for unnamed pancakes. And I have yet another spark of uncertainty to throw towards your village. It's all been done before but this time, there will be blood at the hands of the father. Your backwards blood driven society will not triumph over our beautiful mansions and long spaghetti hair and pearly white teeth. We are superior to you in every way.