[The journal's audio function clicks on to the sound of high pitched squealing, what sounds like hoofs rushing down a corridor, another set of human footfalls right behind, and a very irate and loud yelling.]

GET BACK HERE, YOU BLASTED SWINE!! UNHAND MY JOURNAL THIS INSTANT OR I'LL ROAST YOU, I SWEAR IT!

Peony! Peony, you stinking imbecile, keep ( Read more... )