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(page 27) Jacob and Peter, as usual, differ in their styles of execution. I don’t think it really mattered this time, though.

Tried this out.

Nothing makes me laugh like a sad clown.

Everything is going to work out. 

(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.

Hi, Monty.