Welcome, Ruin Said, To Godhood.

What Wasdat, Sir? What Wazzat Sir? What Wassat, Sir?” “wayne, What Are You Babbling About?” Waxillium Asked. “practicing My Pretzel Guy,” Wayne Said. “he Had A Great Accent...” Waxillium Glanced At Him. "that Hat Looks Ridiculous.” “fortunately, I Can Change Hats,” Wayne Said In The Pretzel-guy Accent, “while You, Sir, Are Stuck With That Face.

The Purpose Of A Storyteller Is Not To Tell You How To Think, But To Give You Questions To Think Upon.

This World, It Is A Tempest Sometimes. But Remember, The Sun Always Rises Again.

To Age Truly Was To Suffer The Ultimate Treason, That Of One's Body Against Oneself.

You're A Mean Old Man, Your Grace." "and That Is The Way It Should Be." Roial Informed. "mean Young Men Are Trivial, And Kindly Old Men Boring. Here, Let Me Get Us Something To Drink.