I know that you're tired and you don't feel like living anymore, but how can we protect the holy lands without you? sire, you are our leader for a reason. brave, true, pure of heart, shining armor made of nuclear pasta, and with loyal crusaders serving under you under god, ready to DIE for you if requested. come on, you can't give this life up. im sure the shotgun shells bounced off of your helmet made of the same material of neutron stars aka the strongest material in the universe by far. get up, please! we have crusading to do after you get better!