The thing about happiness is that you only know you had it when it's gone. I mean, you may think to yourself that you're happy.
But you don't really believe it. You focus on the pretty bullshit, or the next job, or whatever.
It's only looking back by comparison with what comes after that you really understand, that's what happiness felt like.

Each weapon tested on someone who deserved it.

On Sue

Sue is mean and not nice
That is why I shot her twice.

The end

The Railroad? Aren't they busy liberating vending machines and saving computers?

On Death

Lo, to die. To kill, to maim.
I really like to watch men die.

I hope nobody kills me.
So I can kill them instead.

The end.