This is my sister Al. Touch her, and you'll be in a world of hurt. You think
I'm over protective? Damn right I am.
Al is my sister, my true sister. She's one of the few I care about. You mess with her
you mess with me. Simple. Got it? Don't mess with us, people tend to disappear.
Literally, and figuratively. Imagine what happens one day, when you go to the ATM, and
suddenly you don't exist. You dig deeper, you're house is under someone else's name, and
your wanted by the FBI. 'Course that's only if Al doesn't kill you first.
Al rules. She's one of the strongest people I know. Not many would be able to survive
the murder of their mate. One could say betrayal even. I'm not sure if I would be able
to survive with out mine. As I said, Al's one of the strongest people I know.