I groaned. Hrundig grinned.
“You think
this is bad?
You ought
to see the
Guide’s Rules
in my homeland’s
version of
eternal damnation.”
I groaned again.
Since you might be interested—heh—and since I’m a firm believer in the wise man’s saw that “misery conscripts company,” here’s what happened then:
THE CHORUS OF IMPS:
They come! They come!
Arrivistes!
CEO OF THE INFERNAL REGIONS:
Whence come ye, mortals?
And by whose leave?
ZULKEH OF GOIMR, PHYSICIAN:
From above, Foul One.
And our leave is sufficient,
And our leave is sufficient,
The will of my own intellect.
CEO OF THE INFERNAL REGIONS:
For what purpose then?
And by whose fell design?
THE CHORUS OF IMPS:
By whose fell design?
Speak! Speak!
ZULKEH OF GOIMR, PHYSICIAN: