>blury mr swirl pants : stop being blury
Thou doth notice the arrival of thy underling, but thou art busy so thou don't turn away.
: My liege...
: What doth thou want, Historian?
: My brothers and I have become anxious, when shall you begin anew?
: Time's pendulum shall swingith again, o dear toil of my hand. Perhaps in a minute, perhaps in a fortnight.
: But my liege, time does not currently move. What you say is nonsense!
: Thou doth understand time is truly meaningless in our stance. I shallst tend to it posthaste.
: Hast thou brought that which has been needed?
: I have indeed, my liege.
