She kicked me out yesterday when I began saying "oh yes baby, put more of that strength into your arm, I'm almost there" to the serial killer who was disemboweling me and then began to talk about my day trading strats, saying "Waga wa bored but not that bored, get out of my sight you disgusting filth"
This great witch doesn't even need mortal money! I want souls! You cannot fault a farmer for harvesting crops and saying using heavy machinery or fertilizer for this is cheating. It's not!
Pfff, "miracles" You are just a voyager witch which is an at most a comparable rank to this great me. It's a miracle I've restrained myself from tickling you! And I am certain miracles don't last
As they say, you can’t win an argument against a fool, and you have proven yourself one by saying the only Bernkastel isn’t your favorite golden fantasia character. I should keep you in a tub of the weakest acid and watch you erode away for a million years for this