The Heroes always lie

Crack open your donout and ask that rain cloud of yours what sense it makes for it to pour its vast and tangled vision of a northern crater where our Man of Destiny lies awake for glory. Rounding up my fellow orange league of rancid baby ostriches could remedy our current wave of sins. I will procure a line of acid squids to vaporize this mansion of illusions that has fogged up your trains of thoughts forever so long. Fret not. There will be no end of this nightmare when you wake up, Man of Destiny.