Forty-Fifth Cross [Voice]
I can see it now. Soon, the water will turn to blood, frogs, lice, flies, disease... boils...
Hail and fire.
Locusts, darkness... Someone else will have to die, of course.
[And there's a dry laugh.]
I think I'd prefer the bubonic plague.
Hail and fire.
Locusts, darkness... Someone else will have to die, of course.
[And there's a dry laugh.]
I think I'd prefer the bubonic plague.