THE BIOMETRIC HUNTERS YOUR TIME IS UP!

U LOOK LIKE DEATH. SEEMS YOUR SKIN IS FAILING YOU. SO U NEED TISSUE YOU ROTTEN CORSPES GOT IT COMING. I NO WHAT YOU ARE DOING TO THE NOMMOS THOSE WITH SICKLE CELL BLOOD. YOU ARE HARVESTING THEM. YOU ARE MAKING THEM SICK. YOU JEOLOUS THRISTY DEVILS WILL BURN IN YOUR CLOUD, THE ROACH MOTEL.