EB: well, if you do not have any objection... EB: maybe later, i will drop by your planet again and rescue you, thus breaking the spooky spell put on you by your nefarious, shadowy masters. TT: Swoon! EB: that way you will stop being so grimdark and ominous, and basically completely off the deep end in every way, as is now painfully obvious to anyone with a brain. TT: I will do by best to occupy myself as benignly and unmagically as possible until you show up. EB: yes. EB: please write some happy stories in your journal, about lively horses, and conspicuously not about wizards, or sadness. TT: ... "Happy?" TT: What is this strange, unsad emotion of which you speak? EB: yes, this is good. EB: you see rose, these are jokes. EB: this are what they look like, do not be alarmed. TT: Jokes? TT: Are those the things people say when they want unusual noises to come out of the pliable crescent-shaped holes sometimes found in people's faces? EB: laughs, rose. laaaughs. EB: also, those crescenty looking holes where laughs come out of? EB: those are smiles! EB: observe... :D TT: I need to make a note of this. TT: Excuse me while I open this tome bound in the tanned, writhing flesh of a tortured hellscholar. The screaming will subside shortly. EB: ok, i will wait patiently. TT: Continue to not be alarmed as I record your advice with runes stroked in the black tears bled from the corruption-weary eyes of fifty thousand imaginary occultists. TT: And then brace yourself for the fabled blackdeath trance of the woegothics I will slip into, while quaking in the bloodeldritch throes of the broodfester tongues. EB: no, rose! EB: that sort of nonsense is exactly what is out of the question! EB: i see things are more urgent than i realized. EB: i will have to venture there straightaway, and slap you right out of that silly old trance! TT: One is not easily shaken from the broodfester tongues, John. TT: They are stubborn throes. EB: oh. EB: well shit. TT: Besides, you can't come to my planet right away. TT: You will need to recover the treasure first, because it must be delivered to me. EB: oh yeah. EB: what is this treasure, anyway? EB: and how's it gonna save us! TT: You'd probably be disappointed if I described it. EB: tell me anyway! TT: Ok. TT: It's called The Tumor. EB: ... EB: you're right, that is the shittiest sounding treasure i have ever heard.