
Quiche Lisp |

[*through his trusty brass- and adamantine-adorned spyglass looks at Fraud Freud's painful blazing demise, from a good vantage point on Dabon Hill*]
[*folds hys spyglass*]
Good riddance ! I couldn't stand this bloated frog of a shrink !
And now [*shouts a defiant glance at Snow Jade and her slaadling entourage, on another hill safely far away*] I WIN !