Tundra: Fine, then. Clones, gather round. I need a group for this.
*Clones and Tundra gather, and the sky grows dark...er. Hail begins falling from the sky at high speeds.*
Group of Tundras: HEARTS OF CRYOS!
*The hail becomes sheathed in frozen space and time*
Group of Tundras: This is getting fun.
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…” --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)