Day ?: Vrill Is A Bitch "Oh, right, heh heh, sorry about that. Forgot that's your book there. I mean, I seem to be the one reading it and using it all the time, it's understandable. And for the last frickin' time, I'm not your father. Not at all. You can read all about it on my web blog. Or do you want a frickin' paternity test? And the management? Are you crazy? I guess you must be if you still think I'm, you know, goddamn related to you. It's one frickin' gnome for Christ's sake." Ron frowns. "It's, what, seven to one? Didn't you guys just kill a goddamn death knight? We can take this guy. Dave, just make him walk Spanish while I cut the key off his neck. We don't even have to kill the guy."

Ron disagrees. "Well, I'm not necessarily advocating communion with other deities. But I'm certainly against killing this fellow, who's just doing his job. He seems like an upright, god fearing chap."

Vrill's turn to frown. "You're just... you always do this. It's not like you voted one way or another, you just voted to nullify my vote. No offense Ron, but you might look into worshipping a god of action like Odin over there. I bet I know how Dave's voting, don't I?" Vrill claps you on the back and re-readies his spell components.  ¶ 1:23 AM