Cascading bubbles filled the air, popping on the unsuspecting fools below. They might scream for a minute or two while the hydrofluoric acid burned through their skull, but those cries are like a symphony to me. No matter what happens from here on out I will go down in history. I just hope that when I drink my bubble solution that I burn away before the bullets do their damage. I must purge this mortal body of the pain and agony the world and those fools below beset on me. And to think, people are dying for a bubble bath.