I am the nightmare of your midsummer night, and the guide who leads you into hell.
I'm going to build my own Sacred Band of Thebes, so let's be friends.
Hey, baby, let's start the game.
Ahahaha, hoohoo.
I like those Heroic Spirits, and not just because they chase me every day.
Love is fleeting as lightning and mist, but friendship lasts forever. You'll understand.
That's right, every man wants to kill me and chop off my head to use as a chamber pot. But can they actually do it?
The ancient Romans had a habit of raping prisoners of war. Ha, I made that up.
Do you hate me? Is it because I'm not very gentle with you?
