"Awake O dead, for there can be no rest for ye beneath the earth. Let the splintered bones burrow from the grave pall. Let cold fingers grip tomb-worn blades, and unseeing eyes survey the fields of slaughter. For your time has come once more. And the dead shall walk." —From the Spell of Doom
"Dude, what happened to your hands?" his fellow dorm mate asked him. "Huh, this? I must've gone too far with the red," he turned his hand and tried to shake the access paint off. "It looked like you were involved in a murder or something." "Possible. Wanna go around and sabotage people's laundry?" "Give me some of that paint, I'm in." Kylo slapped some paint on his hand and off they ran towards the laundry lines and left handprints all over people's clean clothes without a care in the world.