Yeah. Used to be pretty famous for it, actually. Bones twistin' all out of place, blood everywhere, blind rage, the whole package.

[That didn't get Lancer to blink either. Instead, he frowned and tried to run some quick basic math in his head.]

I'm...damn, I ain't sure on an exact year, but I'm technically somewhere around two thousand or so. Spent most of it dead, so who knows if that counts. Turnin' thirty-somethin' next January, I think.