Radroach carcass in alley this morning, footprint on burst stomach. The wasteland is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The vaults are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the brahmin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their hackin' and wackin' will foam up about their waists, and when all the ghouls and wastelanders of Megaton look up and shout "Save us!" I'll look down and whisper... TUNNEL SNAKES RULE.