He is getting better though, when he's not in the threads I have him in perminant therapy.
*Hal is sat on the counch while Freud sits in a comfy chair.*
Freud: Tell me about your mother.
Hal: She's dead.
Freud: Ah, then tell me about you father.
Hal: He's dead.
Freud: Ziss may take a vhile.
Actually I was planning on having his hield arm shattered by a Heloki.