Time to fly, my pretties.

One for every candle on your birthday cake: two.

The first candle is shaped like a 7.
The second candle is shaped like a 0.

Hey look. Fist can count to two.

Have you been seeing a tutor? Did someone help you with that?

Mmmmm. Tastes like chicken.

Are you afraid to wear a bullseye?

Are you chicken?

Bok bok BOK! BOK bok bok bok BOK!

Chicken!

Big talk from someone without a base.

Speak to us of your goals, Abdul Alhazred. I believe I will lead my Lamia to your Necronomicon. If we are your friends or your foes... that all depends on how pretty your words are.

So, make your own borders, draw your own lines, and then fight over them. Perhaps there are 9 levels, perhaps there are millions. The only clear distinction at this point is that some souls are made to suffer, and others aren't. So there are clearly two areas right now: Limbo and not-Limbo. I have ...