The swinging doors slammed violently as the Mode walked in... Mustache twitching... Trigger finger itching... He didn't ask the bartender for a drink, his crazy eyes did the talking. He'll take a bottle of whatever, and it sure as shit better be full. Of the seven in the Mode gang, nobody fucked with Locrian, for he was... Muuuyyy loOooOocccOoOoooOo!!!