Not literally, obviously. I'm terrible with budgets and maths leaves me in a cold sweat. I'm so bad at it that if you asked me to pick a number I'd probably say "X". I resat my GCSE Maths four times and got a solid D every time, so at least I'm consistently crap. If I ever actually opened a shop I'd be bankrupt by lunchtime on the first day.
"A survivor, unclouded by conscience, remorse, or delusions of morality. I can't lie to you about your chances... but you have my sympathies."
Jakul Frosti stalks down a snow-covered street past gaily decorated houses. He knows if you've been naughty and he knows if you've been nice, but it really doesn't matter. You'll still be getting an ice sword through the abdomen if he spots you.
Hazmat Team Beta cautiously makes its way through a zombie-infested area in search of survivors. So far there's no sign of Team VHS.
Dragoth the Defiler, Undead Lord, has just stepped on a Lego brick. And yes, that is my giant wererat on the left in the background, which shows how long this model's been sitting on my desk.