Planto sermo discedo. Planto is discedo quod absentis quod absentis.
And he's talking again. And again, and again, and again, must you tempt me with killing this insignificant waste of air!?
...hn.
I suppose I could be a guide to Hell. I've certainly sent enough people there already. And Mr. Hayter? I'm holding you to that idea of hand-to-hand. The thought is certainly one that I am enjoying immensely.
I must admit, the fear, paranoia, and general hysteria over some simple sheets of bloodied paper is letting me have a good laugh or two. Really, humans are just so humerous.
But for the love of all that is still worth something in this place, please let me kill him. I am only asking once. And I am never saying please again.
...hn.
I suppose I could be a guide to Hell. I've certainly sent enough people there already. And Mr. Hayter? I'm holding you to that idea of hand-to-hand. The thought is certainly one that I am enjoying immensely.
I must admit, the fear, paranoia, and general hysteria over some simple sheets of bloodied paper is letting me have a good laugh or two. Really, humans are just so humerous.
But for the love of all that is still worth something in this place, please let me kill him. I am only asking once. And I am never saying please again.