The Question
Eternal
That's all the warning you get. Just... NOT smart.
Why wasn't it smart?
This is why drugs are bad, people.
When confronted by a free-roaming, untethered crackhead, it is best not to directly engage or risk him trying to sell you parking lot pizza or tell you about his sick daughter and broken down car and unbelievably bad run of luck that only you can correct. The best maneuver is to back slowly out of reach of the crackhead's immediate grasp, point to a vague spot over the crackhead's shoulder, and tell, "There goes a old lady with a bag of quarters!"
When the crackhead turns to look, you make your escape.
Hey Saint: there goes Eloisel with a bag of quarters! Maybe she wants a sequel!
I suppose you could whine about me for ten years or so. You have time.Shut the fuck up, Donny, you're out of your element.
I suppose you could whine about me for ten years or so. You have time.
I know now that my wife has become host to a Kandarian demon. I fear that the only way to stop those possessed by the spirits of the book is through the act of... bodily dismemberment.