Tupper's Dream Log, Day 112

An old man in a suit of armor, sitting on a porch. A younger man with glasses, wild hair, a multi-colored shirt, and a strange device in his hands. The old man sounded like a box of gravel inside another box of gravel. He said to me, "Tupper. Your destiny lies not in the bloodshed of others, or in the skulduggery of deceit. Stand now before your God, and behold the road ahead!" And then the younger man began to play the device.

I know what must be done. I must temper myself to wield the justice-bringing might of the accordion.