I love the smell of napalm in the morning

(The Doors - The End)

40K, oh 40K. You've cost me a fortune and yet I've neglected you so. You say you've changed your ways and are ready to give me another chance... but do I want it? You've said the same before and your empty promises led to emptier wallets with little return. You say we'll spend more time together, like old times. But how can I be sure the flame you say will burn will not turn out to once again be a flash in the pan?

Dammit all to hell, I yearn once again to lead the UN...

Bah.