Unfortunately, I can't dish out the beats like I used to, due to this here fat finger problem. Ye see, the climate out here combined with the lack o' air pressure makes me fingers expand. They're like gigantic Thelsamar Blood Sausages, they are... Ye're gonna have to carry out me orders of business and what have ye. First on me agenda: Poundin' the livin' daylights out o' the heavy war golems o' the Gorge. Get crackin'.