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And then there's Spider, all bandaged up and grinning like a madman. He looks at the bandages on his left arm, the looks back up.
"So, Sages! I have a question. I have been trying to reach my brother, and in trying to do so, have composed a poem, since the meeting of two brothers is the subject of epic poems. It goes thusly:
'Blood calls to blood like sirens in the night,"
He looks down again, checking his notes.
"Er, 'tum-tumpty-tumpty-tumpty got a fright.' You can see how this is lacking. So, poets, writers and, generally, people who can rhyme, how's about you help me out, eh?" He grins, looking around him happily.
"So, Sages! I have a question. I have been trying to reach my brother, and in trying to do so, have composed a poem, since the meeting of two brothers is the subject of epic poems. It goes thusly:
'Blood calls to blood like sirens in the night,"
He looks down again, checking his notes.
"Er, 'tum-tumpty-tumpty-tumpty got a fright.' You can see how this is lacking. So, poets, writers and, generally, people who can rhyme, how's about you help me out, eh?" He grins, looking around him happily.