Warrior Princess grinned impishly. "So, what do you think of Nate? A bad case of hero worship, I'm guessing?"
You must be swift as the coursing river, With all the force of a great typhoon, With all the strength of a raging fire, Mysterious as the dark side of the moon.
Warrior Princess explains to Dragonet that Flower has this strange obsession with the late Bolt.
You must be swift as the coursing river, With all the force of a great typhoon, With all the strength of a raging fire, Mysterious as the dark side of the moon.
Warrior Princess smirks and turns to Dragonet. "Denial," she says out the corner of her mouth.
You must be swift as the coursing river, With all the force of a great typhoon, With all the strength of a raging fire, Mysterious as the dark side of the moon.
Flower chases Warrior Princess around the room as Dragonet looks on in astonishment. Warrior ducks behind the counter and starts hurling bottles of vodka at Flower and other patrons. Fortunately her aim is very poor.
You must be swift as the coursing river, With all the force of a great typhoon, With all the strength of a raging fire, Mysterious as the dark side of the moon.
"I went on a schizophrenic rampage," Warrior Princess explains, poking her head over the counter, half of a broken bottle in her hand. She examines Idraax curiously. "I like magical fish," she states. "Where do you come from?"
You must be swift as the coursing river, With all the force of a great typhoon, With all the strength of a raging fire, Mysterious as the dark side of the moon.
"I have friends in the Outer Ocean," Warrior Princess says brightly. "They all drowned there about three years ago." She peers mournfully into what's left of the bottle. "I went on the rampage because Flower chased me because I made some crack about her being obsessed with Bolt, who is also dead. Everyone either has been dead, is dead, or will be dead at some point in the future. Which one are you?" She laughs crazily and starts rocking back and forth.
You must be swift as the coursing river, With all the force of a great typhoon, With all the strength of a raging fire, Mysterious as the dark side of the moon.
'The Answer to the Great Question... Of Life, the Universe and Everything... Is... Forty-two,' said Deep Thought, with infinite majesty and calm. — Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
