Are you a devious, plotting, unreliable madman? Ah, good, then you can be my most trusted advisor.

The singers all loathe the sight of one another, the chorus despises the singers, they both hate the orchestra, and everyone fears the conductor; the staff on one prompt side won't talk to the staff on the opposite prompt side, the dancers are all crazed from hunger in any case.

After all, when you seek advice from someone it's certainly not because you want them to give it. You just want them to be there while you talk to yourself.

He was the sort of person who stood on mountaintops during thunderstorms in wet copper armour shouting 'All the Gods are bastards.'

Them as can do has to do for them as can't. And someone has to speak up for them as has no voices.

Here's what I suggest," he said. "You pretend that rats can think, and I'll promise to pretend that humans can think, too.

There is always time for another last minute