Tomorrow I ride.
My enemies will be vanquished, and their heads shall hang high as trophies. I shall impregnate their wives and daughters, as to bring forth a new generation conceived in my awesomeness. Alas, good samaritans, 'tis much too late to warn them, as their demise is already written in the stars. To notify them of my coming would only cause them worry and anguish, as it is futile to prepare for the hell that awaits them. 'tis best to let them enjoy the blissful sleep of ignorance.
Tomorrow I ride.
Just kidding, i'll probably mow the lawn and play xbox.