we shall all burn together
Advice? No, no. We don't do that here.
Flies and maggots suddenly pour out of the cake Locke has brought with them. Thick streams of puss follow in their wake, quickly accompanied by the scent of rot and decay. "Do you think a god wants to give you advice? You are nothing! Nothing but a skeleton wearing rotting flesh, puttering towards death!" The sound seems to come from the flies and maggots, like thousands of tiny voices blended together.
"Remember what you are, next time you bother the divine." The bugs cackle in high and menacing voices.
Locke has been cursed! Until Aug 16, every time he opens his mouth to speak, he will find flies inside of it. The more he talks, the more flies there will be.
Flies and maggots suddenly pour out of the cake Locke has brought with them. Thick streams of puss follow in their wake, quickly accompanied by the scent of rot and decay. "Do you think a god wants to give you advice? You are nothing! Nothing but a skeleton wearing rotting flesh, puttering towards death!" The sound seems to come from the flies and maggots, like thousands of tiny voices blended together.
"Remember what you are, next time you bother the divine." The bugs cackle in high and menacing voices.
Locke has been cursed! Until Aug 16, every time he opens his mouth to speak, he will find flies inside of it. The more he talks, the more flies there will be.
