[ Coulson's visits to the town hall have decreased somewhat lately, but he still stops by on occasion to check on the bulletin board. Today, there's a new face standing there, and it happens to be a face that looks prepared to take someone out with the baseball bat he's holding. ]

Me? No, I had nothing to do with that. Sometimes writing appears without any indication of who did it or- [ He pauses, looking at the words written in blood. ] Or who that blood came from.