I have no gods to scream to and yet here I am, screaming.
You are a maniacal menace and I love you, even if I'm presently attempting the first case of spontaneous elf combustion.
In the event I fail, or in the event I succeed but reform from the ashes like a phoenix, sushi would be amazing. I've not had the appetite for it in so long.
That being said, I will seriously cover your room with open faced sandwiches if I ever hear the term pumpernickel from you again, I mean it. I'm just going to live in the darkest space beneath my bed now, thank you.
See you when you get home.
-Ren