I JUST WOKE UP HERE WITH A SORE BUM said the little gleeface. Saddened by the resent news that the assassination of the high lord priestess of gleetown had not gone according to plan. The traitor would suffer tonight he thought. The sun shone brightly that morning through the stained glass of the gleethedral, a sign from the great gleeface in the sky, perhaps today will yield interesting results, after all MY EARS HURT AND MY BUM HURTS AS WELL. Screams of the priestess echoed out into the vast void of nothing. Lying in the upside down in the nastiest torture device available to the gleempireeeeeeeeee. She was doomed.