Did you ever stop to think--

--that there was more to life than being really, really ridiculously good at assassinating?
I swear to god Ezio Blue Steeled me a couple of times in the few hours I've played of Assassin's Creed 2 so far. He knows he's got it.
(yes, it's another Zoolander reference. Deal with it. Deal with it like a man, by taking your feelings out on a completely disparate object or person. Might I suggest one of your close relatives? No? Well, Merry Christmas anyway!)


There's a hooter 'side my window, hootin'.

EDIT: Forgot the poor boy's scar! THAT SCAR IS A THING, HOW COULD I FORGET IT. This is as bad as the time I forgot to draw Zidane's tail.