"Rorshach's journal, june 6th, 2009. Woke up with bad taste in mouth. Likely due to the rolled tacos of the night before.....must investigate. Nightowl and Manhattan invited me over to play charades tonight, not sure if they know what they are getting into...... The Comedian called me last night, wants his mug back. Can't tell him I broke it....... Landlord says my rent is late, so I broke three of his fingers and bit off a piece of his cheek. I hear the phone ringing, must be Drieberg and Doc waiting on me. Better leave or I'll hear the prostitutes calling for help."