


: Wait, what the stuff did I just hear?

: Oh. I see you've heard something.

: Who the hell are you to speak to me?

: Who am I?

:
Who am I?
: Yes, I asked who are you.

: I don't know.

: WHAT?!

: I could be the guard beside you. The one in front of you.

: The one in the back. Maybe the bloke in the very front.

: ...

: I could be even one of the pixels you're made of.

: Enough head bending! Bandits, fire everywhere!!


: And I had that part worked out and everything.