Utterly Mad

Drake sat near the back recovering from his stroke/coma that kept posts about him from being made with a PKM he procured while the RV was being armed up. He questioned the accuracy of what crimes they said this Mr. Fignit committed, as they seemed to over-exaggerated to be true: Like the stuff that would be seen on propaganda posters during wartime. Then again, their were even more ****ed up people in the past.

Either way, he gets to kill things and get paid doing it, and possibly serving justice for our great lord the Giant Cheese Monster on top of that. A pretty cool job, if you ask him.