What about me? What about -my- needs, dear Oenone? Was it not you who
promised me a torrid love-affair with you and your husband? I have yet
to receive that attachment. Nay, all I have been given was messages from
you telling me, "No worries, mate, he's busy with that damnable snow
bear right now, maybe next month." Next month?! A troll has needs, Mrs.
Mendacis. Needs that can only be filled with two people, one of which is
famous for wearing a toga. Sure, I could go finish the job myself, but
the cleanup is a pain.

Now I beg you, for the love of all things Divine; THINK OF THE CHILDREN.
Now, I expect a public apology from you posthaste. Or I shall find some
rope and my web-tattoo and I will have a party.

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Daedalan, in the year 417 AF.