Kiss my arse. I'm the Lord of Murder - I'll show you why.

You smell very delicious, but I will not bite you.

It’s been seven years since I left. It’s no paradise - but it’s home. And it’s worth saving.

But loneliness that deep gets into the marrow. Now that I’m here - among friends - I can feel it burning out of me. Little by little, step by step.

Smashing! Soon, my friend - soon we can share a flagon of something liquid and a tale of derring-do!