-Heartstring's lifeless head rolls over to stare at King Fury-
From the scourge of the Kraken,
Our Emperor, deliver us.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-It's not a skull probe-
-It's a cherub-
-ie a vat-grown brain-dead baby powered by cybernetic enhancement with robot wings-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-It's floating up to you now, swinging that incense-
-Charity finishes up, placing her mammoth sword on her back and collecting an assortment of shiny metal trinkets laid out on a silken mat in front of her as she oils them-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Upon oiling each of the strange ornate pieces of metal, she starts piecing them together-
-In no time at all, she has assembled the components of a pistol, the body of which is easily as big as a shoebox-
-Human beings should not be carrying weapons this big-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-She finally looks up and gets to her feet-
Greetings.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

Kris: Um, go ahead.
-He eats a small piece of the chocolate.-
And it's so easy when you're evil... This is the life for me, the Devil tips his hat to me...