User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2017/@comment-24422626-20170827174454

Butler: Of course, Mr. Concrete—it'll be across the lounge and the third door to the right. Look for the sign.

* Turning to Sylvia, he bows in turn.*

Butler: Any time, Miss Sylvia. I've started some omelettes. What would you like in yours?

Honor:  I don't know. We only woke up about thirty minutes ago, so...

Shimmerspark:  Oh, come on, you stupid fletcher... It's a small... small... wooorld!~♫

Honor: ...What did you say?

Shimmerspark:  What'd he say? What'd he say?

???:  What'd he say? What'd he say? What'd he say?

* ''A new voice echoes through the room. Shimmerspark's eerie whispers give way to a grandiose, masculine sing-song that seems to ooze in from the walls.''*

???: ...Hhuhuhahahuh...

Shimmerspark:  ...Daddy... says... hi.