What do you do when the knowledge of the fate of the universe lies within a robot you know and sort of tolerate? Assuming you haven’t been captured by intergalactic slave traders then you can just-wait what’s that? You have been captured by intergalactic slave traders? Well you’re probably gonna die. Lucky for Victor, he’s not you. This is Candy Kisses and Bullet Holes Fill Her Up, an energetic pop fusion of letters and punctuation marks tangled up in paragraphs and splattered on paper for your eyes to adore!