Oh, to live in the drama-filled world of Starman!
Purple-hooded menaces gripping flaxen-tressed maidens!
Hypnofacient blazing from unforgettable eyes!
Spell-driven rigidity culminating in the named horror of....
the Living Death!
Lordie, I can barely remember the last time I went rigid under the grip of a hooded menace! Enjoy it while you can, Doris girl!
"The Living Death"; I've really got to start using that line...
HA! Scip, you just made me snort my tea from my nose!
(I like my menaces hooded too, though it's also been a while since I've seen one, hooded at least.)
Tea-spewing nasal openings!
DRAMA, you see, is where you find it....
"Lordie, I can barely remember the last time I went rigid under the grip of a hooded menace!"
Time to move back to the Village, Mr. Absorbascon!
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