and don’t make me have to turn off your light before long. It will cause too much distress among the underlings, they already seem to be complaining quite loudly. Let us make a little run! run! run! and then make our way real far real quick making amends for all our problems which we have accrued on our journey thus far. Then we came burn down the houses (we are made of giant metal pieces put together by a boy genius) for the good old reason of slippy sloppy drunked party. It’s a tough little game, it works, so don’t come around here singing if you’re going to stop halfway, you would upset the precarious balance of living in this gone glow we call world, hello! Run away quick if you don’t end up with the gold, you will be sorry, it’s a long walk to the end of this boat and the waves are getting big. Here comes the storm!