User:Lord Kroger

"What kinda people? People that decide to stop taking abuse? People that take control of our own lives? What kinda people are we? Me? I'm the kinda guy who's father likes to laugh at him when he comes home with cuts on his father, if he isn't too busy putting new ones on himself. Then I get to go to school and smear shavit on myself. And you. What kinda girl are you? The kinda girl who's father walks out on her while she's still in short pants. The kinda girl who cowers in the corner and leaves absolutely no impression on anything. No gives a kriff about me, baby. And you know what? No one gives a kriff about you...except me."

- Teenage Kroger to his girlfriend.