'Tis but a joke, the foretold note  that had proudly proclaimed— "should I be between yeet and yote, I shall no longer be contained. Hair shorn sharp and jawline, part divide, I will have ascended to the holy, the sacred, the divine; the place of misdeeds and malcontented." No more of passing of straightdom, palemate, peepers, and purgatory in hand (for this is a house of hearts kingdom, and too gay for the living man). Spliced in twaine, twin of Harley Quinn she hath became into new name: Nintendo kin.