Our boy Project is like the incredible hulk, except when he gets mad instead of cleverly morphing into a big green monster, he simply changes into a slightly more vascular rouge version of himself and rides around on the backs of various strong woman. Its simply uncanny.
(Sung to the tune of Work for the Night Is Coming)
Work for the rains are coming. Rain is evil shit from hell.
Work for the rains are coming. Rain never lets you feel well.
Work to mitigate its evilness; and to send it back to hell to stay.
Work for the rains are coming; to fuck up yet another day.