Weird dreams, man...

[Lieutenant Turel]

Oh my. Where is the rest of the guild for this? Raziel what do you think his chances are?  

[Reaver Of Souls Raziel]

Uh, sure, good luck with that, Dumah... I'm just going to go over here... *slinks away, hoping Dumah's forgotten about him now*  

[Lord Dumah]

Razzie need an agent *grabs Raziel again* Who be Dumah's agent?  

[Reaver Of Souls Raziel]

Um... how about Turel? He's... smart...  

[Lieutenant Turel]

Reaver Of Souls Raziel

Um... how about Turel? He's... smart...

Ohhh I think Raziel is smarter. But rahab is the smartest,  

[Rahab the Fourth Son]

You leave me out of this Turel *glares*  

[Reaver Of Souls Raziel]

Rahab the Fourth Son

You leave me out of this Turel *glares*

Leave us out of this. *even better glare*  

[Lord Dumah]

Rahab is very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very (continues on for ten minutes) smart.

Is Razzie smarter or is Rel rel smarter?  

[Rahab the Fourth Son]

*rubs forehead* I think I'm going to hide in my lab for a long time again now.  

[Reaver Of Souls Raziel]

*takes Rahab's hand and his going to take them both out of this*

Come on, I'll get us something to eat. Main is making pancakes for dinner.  

[Lieutenant Turel]

Pffft, maybe if you came out more you wouldn't be an introverted alcoholic.  

[Lord Dumah]

PANCAKES! DUMAH WANT PANCAKES! *tackles Raziel* PANCAKES? >.> <.< PANCAKES???  

[Rahab the Fourth Son]

*tries to pull Dumah off Raziel* Jumping on Raziel does not make pancakes come quicker.  

[Reaver Of Souls Raziel]

I'll give you some if you sit still and be good. *you better listen, Dumah, he knows how to flip a mean pancake*

What do you like on yours, Rahab?  

[Lieutenant Turel]

*wants a pancake too* sad