"Remus, you're really out to kill Thomas, aren't you... I am prohibiting you both from seeing a bathtub on fire with gasoline. However if you'd like, you may run the bathwater, and I will throw in a toaster. Does that sound good?"
The grand in the hotel rings with broken tunes; the guests frown; the concierge winces. But the blue-hatted boy is happy and braver than they. — TheMythMaster
es who live in his mind"
