Dreams Come True All The Time, Just

I Am Butler. Anything I Say Sounds Scary.

I Waved My Hand In Front Of My Face, Obi-wan Style. "i Am Not Here." Niall's Mucas Glands Kicked Into Overdrive. "eoin's Dead! And His Ghost Is Standing Right There On The Grass!" Donal Let Out A Long Suffering Sigh. "eoin Is Being A Writer." Niall Calmed Down, Becuase Everyone Knows Writers Are Weird And Are Always Doing Stupid Thingss.

Listen To Me, Goblin. You're Stupid, Let's Accept That And Move On.

...hardly. A Ragged Apron Does Not A Waiter Make.

'insanity... I Like It."