Dude, I've got 300 odd bodyguards bringing up my rear, thousands of digital persians waiting to dismantle my body like an amatuer autopsy, and the only thing stopping them from their goal is a heavily green-screened valley pass. Add to that the fact that every word of my dialogue is being retconned into something cooler than the historical record by Frank Miller and I am telling you that I couldn't be more serious when I say I'm absolutely prepared for glory. Let's die.