But for that, one needs to have a target.

I once spent a week in philly one night last week... (yes folks, I'll be here all week)

And lo and behold, when I woke up, I was not in kansas anymore.

Philly was gone, wiped out like a zit on a teenagers face.

Squashed out, wiped away, tosses aside.

I floated like a mist of irish whisky.... a bodiless spirit... looking for my destiny.

I pray to the Lord Above...

OH LORD! GIVE ME THIS ONE CHANCE FOR REVENGE.

I blanked out and woke up looking like this.

This was my revenge life and my revenge body.

REVENGE SHALL BE MINE...sayeth the lord ,through me.

BUT BUT BUT... after all this time, I've STILL not heard anyone stand up and claim "I DID IT".

"I took philly out."

must have been those damn commies...

I think, you sir, are a raving idiot.

Damn commies... The Red Menace strikes again... RIP Philly.

I feel some negativity here.

Nothing warms the heart like the sight of love being shared between family members, sprouting and blossoming to touch us all.

We can't help but tease our newest friend as he makes odd jokes.

I hear the mocking birds coo-cooing at dawn..

If I had feelings they would be hury, but this is my revenge body.it feels nothing but the urgent thirst for revenge

.... but yet, still no one has claimed the death of Philly.

CURSE YOU ARTHUR DENT!

This time, you not only killed me, you had to slaugher the entire city of Philly just to get to me.