No matter what dimension you're in, there's a big-headed male trying to take over the world.
Very well. I understand. Just ... shut up!
Benny was awake again. Happened every morning.
Everything rests on the poisoned wine. If it were just the queen, I could force it down her gullet, but Declan Broekhart would run me through with that damned ceremonial sword, and if his wife's stares were daggers, he'd be dead already.
...Hardly. A ragged apron does not a waiter make.
Together we will be unstoppable.