7th Edition :: I amme sick to mye Hart of typefettinge.
It looks like the City's being a bit unfair, following up that awful mess the other day with a curse where you can't keep your own business to yourselves. So that, as soon as all these past deeds are on your mind, you find yourself going on about them in public.
I can't seem to stop talking either, and I recommend for those of you with serious and unpleasant matters on your mind that you might want to concentrate on something boring and innocuous. Like dispensing advice to others who are cursed. Or trying to talk some sense into that rabbit. Really, I don't understand why the poor thing is so uncooperative, though I certainly understand why he's so perpetually nervous and Crowley don't you say a thing about the doves. The doves are fine. Perfectly fine and in good health, and I've given them some extra seed since we've all been working so hard on the act.
Speak of the demon, Speaking of which, Crowley, there was something I wanted to ask you when you've got a chance.
Abby, I haven't forgotten that I owe you a story. Which I will tell you, er, as soon as I can. It's just a matter of-- well, the story about the story is a story in and of itself, so just... be patient, my dear.
All right, I had better get away from this thing. This matter of curses really makes life here inconvenient.
I can't seem to stop talking either, and I recommend for those of you with serious and unpleasant matters on your mind that you might want to concentrate on something boring and innocuous. Like dispensing advice to others who are cursed. Or trying to talk some sense into that rabbit. Really, I don't understand why the poor thing is so uncooperative, though I certainly understand why he's so perpetually nervous and Crowley don't you say a thing about the doves. The doves are fine. Perfectly fine and in good health, and I've given them some extra seed since we've all been working so hard on the act.
Speak of the demon, Speaking of which, Crowley, there was something I wanted to ask you when you've got a chance.
Abby, I haven't forgotten that I owe you a story. Which I will tell you, er, as soon as I can. It's just a matter of-- well, the story about the story is a story in and of itself, so just... be patient, my dear.
All right, I had better get away from this thing. This matter of curses really makes life here inconvenient.