Ever To Confess You're Bored Means You

We Have Reason To Be Afraid. This Is A Terrible Place.

Wishin' Was Dyin' But I Gotta Make It All This Way To That Bed On These Feet.

We Must Travel In The Direction Of Our Fear.

Them Lady Poets Must Not Marry, Pal.

Offering Dragons Quarter Is No Good, They Regrow All Their Parts And Come On Again. They Have To Be Killed.