Excuse me Miss, but this is not sweet Charleston!

[Cyburn]

He looked at the man, and he laughed. "That's because I was homeless, for three years now." Ezhiral looked at him blankly, and in a very incredulous way asked him, "But why are you homeless?" His voice rose in the middle of the sentence, as though he truly didn't understand the fundamental concept of why someone would be homeless. Cyburn stopped smiling, "Because..." he couldn't bring himself to remember them, but he had to. Their ghosts had been haunting him for long enough, "Because of the damned Canadians, and what they did to my family."

Ezrihal looked at him, "You of all people had a family? Oh, I would have never had assumed that someone with such a... A description, of your's would have managed to find someone that would willingly mate with you and bare your... Offspring." Cyburn nodded, "I was a different person then, for that was a different time. A different life." His head was low, and he spoke with a voice that had seen too much, "They came in, riding upon flesh eating moose, and they broke into my home. They fed them to the moose, the bastards."

"... Fleash eating moose? Wow, My people really must not have given a damn about homo sapiens. Tell me, actually. how are the stories in your christian holy book written?"

Cyburn looked at him blankly, "What's a Christian?"