Twentieth Night: Today is my birthday, I would have treated myself to some Korean fried chicken, but there's no chef alive to cook for me. As an alternative, I attempted to roast some chicken myself for a BBQ, but when the flame came out of my palm, it literally disintegrated the whole chicken, oops.I still don't know how to control this power.
Oh right, almost forgot to mention; so yeah I can now shoot fire out of my hands now. Woohooo! I think I'm a mutant or something, I don't know. But hey, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MYSELF!
-Billy
