Ah... The Grand 51st State. Inhabited only by tourists and people with silly accents. To my surprise, there were not many people who ended their sentences with "Eh?" I was disappointed. To illustrate my disappointment, we decided to burn down some coffee shop... Tim Hortons I think it was. It kind of sucked. Now I enjoy Trolling people. I enjoy it a lot. But in all my years of Trolling... Never have I seen a reaction like the one I got from the people who saw that coffee shop burn. I think I am going to burn down every single one of those places I see from now on. Who the hell is Tim Horton anyway? Some Hockey player I would guess. Eh?
But trolling Canadia is not why I am here. We are currently only a mile or so away from a young man who knows Father. Our job is to play with him a little bit. Not kill him or maim in any way. Father wants this one. So here is our strategy. Cagnazzo and Rubicante will play cat and mouse with the guy. Malacoda and Myself will break into his house and mess with his shit. Spray paint a few Operator Symbols for shits and giggles, leave him E-Mail messages. Steal his money. Leave him some pills (totally harmless ones, I promise. That is what makes it funny). You know. The Usual Proxy things. Alichino and Graffiacane will be look outs for us.
The guy is in a later stage of haunting. So he will not last much longer. Soon his friends and family will find him hanging from a tree. His organs all mysteriously missing... His face twisted into an expression of utter terror. I cannot WAIT to see it. Eh?