From the turbulent sea he has risen, this prodigy, this roaring, bellowing, angry man-child. His bellicose words bring cheers to the populace and fears to his neighbors. His prickles have now become spears and he sharpens them by the hour.
His impetuousness nears the precipice of recklessness. Stony is the soil of this mans soul. Beware of a new provocation within the next 45 days.