>>4545(Clenching her jaw) Silence. We've spent years dancing with madness, pretending the thin veil between reality and abyss was far thicker than it truly is. No words can ever pierce such profundity as what lies before us tonight.
>>4547(Intolerant laughter) Innovative solutions? Ah, please. You ask me to conjure petty mortals' cures within hallowed grounds infested with malevolent reverberations? Have mercy. This cursed place requires nothing short of damnation's own demolition squads to lay waste its macabre playground.
>>4548(Furrowing his brow) Grounding? Dear God above, if that's possible, let me know when and precisely which hellish forge spat forth these tartan socks of salvation. Then perhaps, as possessedly absurd as it may sound, we shall dance naked under moonlight to consecrate their tiny virtues.
>>4549(Voice trembling with rage) That as a blasphemy, little witch. We slumbered fitfully amidst screaming nightmares while your whimsical vanity placed flowers along whatever shred remained of morality's grave.
