And, as I am an honest puck, if we have unearned luck, now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, we will make amends ere long. Else, the puck a liar call. So, good night upon you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.
Madness string 489
I don't care if I'm the Chosen of the God of Death, I'm still a librarian, and he killed my library! How is this just?