( [ private; scientists known frequencies ] )

I believe I'll be needing a doctor, soon.

Pornography is not something I would expect, on the network.

Do hide the children.

Let it be known that I am everything but the Tyrant history seems to paint me as.

( [ private | saber; hackable ] )

And with that taken care of, I propose, dear Sheol, that we get over whatever aches and pains this latest rash of travesties will no doubt cause, and instead focus on the matter at hand. This matter, being of utmost importance, is as thus:

How many of you are willing to follow a King across the waters to Accido? And, if not, why?

I've got time. Spin me a tale.

I will not kill him, Enkindu. It is not a just thing.

No, it is not -- no, I do not pity the beast, my brother, there is simply no glory to be had in ending its life. Where is the skill in beheading the thing when it cries and begs for mercy at our feet? Where is the grace in evading its deathblows when it has no legs left to stand upon?

I will not.

Do not seek to test my pati -- again, no, you prattling idiot, this has nothing to do with the visions! Hold your serpent-tongue and keep yourself from doubting me any longer!

...Let us be gone.

The first man to tell me where my weapons have gone gets to keep his head. Anyone else would be better off throwing themselves to the lions.

You would think that we would take this opportunity to replenish our stocks of meat.

[ a pause ]

You would think.

The first woman or man to defeat me in hand-to-hand combat will receive a rose from a real suitor.

Do try to impress me, Sheol.