We're all waiting for Voodoo to get his box. First, we can't wait for him to stop asking if, after every day's mail run, he got a box. His hands are twitching, he's developed a slight facial tic, and he's mumbling incessantly to himself. Not drooling yet, but I'm sure that's coming if the box doesn't arrive soon. Of course, all of that is perfectly understandable if the box in question contains a Relentless knife.
Voodoo is showing the pictures that Mr. Certo sent him like a proud Papa showing off the pictures of his newly arrived bundle of joy.
On reflection, who wouldn't?
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