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um: all right. This has gone on far enough. You can not just come in here, all on your high horse and expect me to conjure up a demon for you. It's just not possible. I don't see any way around it. You have been playing the fool. I hate to say it, but you are a fool. You don't even know how much of a fool I am. I am the fool of fools: the great fooler in the trees. When I fool, it is like a storm of fools cascading down a mountainside. It not only is harmful, but it is so much like the great floods of isenguard that it is insane. I mean, literally, insane. I can not even comprehend the insanity of the city of elders. It literally defies reason. When I sit here and think about all of the things I have done, it makes me understand that a great and powerful beast could not have done what I just did. Only I, with the power that flows from the great eckacuneber, could do it. I can not even sit here, on a powerful seat of bill, and see all of the skies lined up with birds waiting to feast on the powerful nectars of the fruits of the field of rotegerun. It is literally bursting me apart. I can not breathe with all of these things down my neck. It literally is a bomb. Not literally, but figuratively. A great and mighty fortress is built up in this place. Not just a fortress, but a powerful floodline for people to communicate with and dance and sing forever. It is though I am sitting here, waiting for the people to come and sing and dance forever. I want them to dream in many colours, about many different things, about many different places. All the while, a great flood will come and carry me off to see. This will be a sign of things to come. And while this was all being done, I saw a beast sitting in a great chair, counting the many birds flying past. I said to this beast, i said, what are you doing in the great chair of bill? He answered, with a slight smirk on his face, that he was only here for one reason: he was here to kill the birds of bill. I was taken aback. I did not know what to say. I could not comprehend the ways in which the birds were taking over everything. He began to sing a horrible song that day.