AS MUCH AS I HATE TO BE THE ONE TO SAY THE "I TOLD YOU SO"S WHEN THEY COME UP, SOMETIMES I HAVE TO. SOMETIMES YOU NEED IT. SOMETIMES YOU DROP ALL OF THE HARD WORK YOU PUT INTO THE REBELLION, ABANDON YOUR COMRADES IN THE MIDST OF THE MOST TENSE TIME IN THE ENTIRE WAR, AND DECIDE YOU WOULD RATHER SPEND YOUR TIME WITH YOUR FAMILY THAN GET OUT THERE AND TAKE SOME GOD DAMN ACTION TO PROTECT THEM. AND SOMETIMES, DESPITE THE WARNING FROM YOUR COMMANDER WHO KNOWS WHAT THE FUCK HE'S TALKING ABOUT, YOU DO ALL OF THAT AND YOU'RE *STILL* SURPRISED WHEN A CONCENTRATED LAZER STRIKE FROM A CROCKERDONE BLASTS A HOLE THROUGH YOUR HOUSE AND DECIMATES YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY WHILE YOU'RE STANDING OUTSIDE TENDING TO YOUR GARDEN. AND I THINK I'M PRETTY FUCKING JUSTIFIED IN GETTING TO SAY I TOLD YOU SO ABOUT IT. BECAUSE I DID! I DID TELL YOU SO!

