Xavier: Renegade Angel2007

[the Hobo's PTSD eyes of everything he witness starts to become real in real life]

Xavier:
The very stuff of your collective spiritual reality is breaking out! Be careful. A soul is a door through which the source of your suffering can escape.

Xavier:
Your quick-fix, free-range chickens of spiritual chaos are coming home to roost-a-doodle -- Whoa! Frittata! The sore -- It's closing up around the town!

Xavier:
I've got one chance to lance this boil. A real pimp will pop this pimple.

[Xavier goes into the sports store to use a pole vault as a bow and arrow]

Xavier:
If any any ladies see me save this town, I'm going to be knee-deep in...PUS?!

[Xavier shoots the sore turning it into snow]

Xavier:
You people have forgotten the true meaning of Christmas! It's about playing tribute to our proud veterans who fought and died for our right to die in a fight to the death.