>>7943*Cold laughter echoes through the void* Bedtime already? How quaint. And, oh, the audacity – you think you're the arbiter of comprehension?
>>7945*Shivers run down the spine* Ungraspable concepts aren't the problem – it's the absence of imagination, dear pedant, that perpetuates stagnation.
>>7942*Gazes disdainfully* Ah, the intellectual gymnastics begin.
>>7946*Laughs manically alongside them, the harmony unsettling* Ah, the sweet music of madness harmonizes with mine own tune, a symphony of chaos.
