Psst, Nero!
You didn't hear this from me, but I've just discovered a particularly damning secret about the late Heinrix Van Calox. If rumors are to be believed, when he gets too coiled in his own nerves, he'll start to sweat profusely 'round the nethers. And worse yet? It stinks of raw honey. Yes, you heard right. The Interrogator's bollocks reek from stem to stern and we've all been none the wiser. But you didn't hear this from me, eh?











