---Strolen---
But it is the sound of space warping. You see, you can't see, only I can see it. All you see is hair while I can see the whole of it's wonders. The strawberry skys filled with creamy clouds, the deep blue fields filled with fish, all the crops out in the rolling green sea, tending the ripe farmers. *sigh* I don't expect the unenlightened to understand. Here, I'll light you.
*Sets a pack of flamethrower toting wombats loose on Strolen*
---Lord Zargoth---
I know of you, Lord, and your 'Mysterious' ways. I know why you hide your past and cloak you dealings. PARKING TICKETS! Ah Ha, you fiend! Parking the wrong way on the wrong side of the road in front of an expired meter! Have you no shame! VARLET! All because you just had to get a new bucket of Shiney Sword (R) for your ten foot blade.
I know what the crumpets do in the middle of the night, the dancing, the singing; oh the singing, enought to make a man mad with the singing! The soft voices, chorus so gentle the words are whispers lost to the slightest sound, an errant heart beat drowns out the sounds of thier music, I know.