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.

[Cecil turns it on. He's not quite sure why, but he has, and he stares quietly at the device. It's dark, but he's in a kitchen, sitting on a counter. He just continues to stare at it for a few good minutes before he finally speaks again.]

In a dream, in a vision of the night, when deep sleep falleth upon men, in slumberings upon the bed; Then he ( Read more... )