(page 27) Jacob and Peter, as usual, differ in their styles of execution. I don’t think it really mattered this time, though.
Nothing makes me laugh like a sad clown.
(page 26) The most anti-climatic climax that ever preceded a dénouement.
That is clearly a beach drink. It wants no part in your forest gallivanting.
For shame, Jacob. For. Shame.
(page 25) CRUSH. KILL. DESTROY.
Something tells me Yetz wasn’t the most well-behaved youth.
(page 24) Heinrich, even I’m getting really exasperated and I wrote this.