Lion, Tiger, Bear | 243 balloons and buffoons, trysting at 200 mph with Fair enough. Anyway, I wanted to explain myself. Spoke in haste days ago. Its not that I fully disbelieved you at all, its just.. .that I wanted to get your goat, as it were. He leered at her. Oh?’Ihen fed a morsel to his mule, homesick for the peaceful, green Rockies and North American animals of all kinds. I see, you were only trying to be under She stopped. Look,yo«. Something was eating at your souls silk lining and it took me, yes me to wring it out of your tough of hide, you obstinate old boar. Aura and chakra cleansing the hard way a la Beansy. Sorry about the poor nippers, but now we all painfully understand the gist. No one should be beset by such horrors, but you can take it. Youre not the only one whos suffered. Drummys had it posh, but Gwafa sure has over his lifetime. She and I have lost our close-knits Dee and Peach. And while you and Aunt Walter were loo-shagging in Munich at the Sumerian Brotherhood those years ago nightclubbing it in a plush Maybach, I was being brainwashed silly in Austria, siding and drinking blood in between squeezing off bursts of an MG-34 machinegun whilst my Alpine-chilled nipples hardened into diamonds as a sub-par SS wunderkinder! And to top it off I snuffed my Aryan husband as my first kill on the run, sorry, on the lam in your parlance. Lost my beloved Olaf and dear of Stick getting home, and ended up a fag of broken twigs in a basket for six months in searing pain whilst drowning in morphine and stomach-churning penicillin. Took months before I could even walk right or eat again without retching. And I was the lucky one, most of the young RN chaps were there in Scapa hospital nearly burned alive; I still hear their screams. Youre not the only one whos felt like ruddy suicide. Get over it, and right this damn minute. A few minutes went by, the words solidifying in his mind. Suppose youre right. It was killing me inside. He then smiled at her. You know, you look good in a veil. She posed. One tries to look ones best given the unfashionable circumstances. Bernie tried to stifle it but couldnt, laughing. See? Cant be sore at me for very long, of soggy sahib. Im your muse, a medieval sorcerers assistant in desert couture. An alchemical pain in the ass.Tis true, that.