The war drove

[dark fuschia]

Myrna: Why yes Pavo, I am from the old world. I have spent a great deal of time in hibernation and much has changed during the time I spent in my wardrobe if what you say of Troy is true. It was a thriving metropolis when last I saw it. But still, we must go there. It is where we will find your elixer, and where Pato will find his beer, Sinn her freedom and Tepa his journey. Me, I will find what I need too. Mind that cat!

[Amos]

Pavo: I doubt that we will find anything but greater distances between ourselves and our goals. Sometimes I believe that the Elixir of Sanity must be a legend someone has invented to lure me away from my home and my responsibilities; or perhaps just as a joke so that my friends and family, who were only pretending to be mad, might laugh at my expense. Such doubts are beneath me, but I cannot keep them away. Should we abandon this car and walk so as to prolong the time before our mutual disappointment?

[dark fuschia]

Myrna: Take heart my friend Pavo, anything is possible on the road to the Golden City. Your elixir may find its way to you if you cannot find your way to it. I recommend you try reading some inspirational literature. Your quest is a noble one, the elixir of sanity. It reminds me of the book of Sirach. Wine and music gladden the heart, but the love of wisdom is better than both!

[Eyreplenh]

Tepa: Finally, a name! Troy! Yes, it fits indeed. El Sharman, you old piece of dirt, I'm coming for you now, oh yes I am, and no soothsayer will help you this time, oh no. Now, hold this vessel on an even course for two minutes while I fill the nostrils of the sleeping Pato with these un-olives. Hiha.

[Apoc]

Sinn: You want to go to Troy? That place is cursed, the mighty fell there long ago and their rage still lingers, mighty achilles, brave hector...you will only find the remnants of death, no dreams or wealth will you find there, only the ghosts of the ancients, still angry and moaning about who had a worse, more tragic death. ~sighs~

[dark fuschia]

Myrna: Strike a light Sinn honey, did you just say Achilles is dead? Oh this is sad tidings. I told him to get himself and his heel into a wardrobe of his own but he just wouldn't listen to me.

[Apoc]

Sinn: Well I did kinda put it in his head that it is better to die young in great glory rather than die old having achieved little.

[Eyreplenh]

Tepa: Look, the Eiffel tower is melting! No wonder it's hot in here, someone get that AC going, or my feet will start to leak salt. And trust me, friends, you will not like that. It's said the smell is why they banished me from valhalla, although not laughing at Odins jokes probable had something to do with it as well. I just fail to see what's so humorous about raspberries?

[Apoc]

Sinn: Never was a cornflake girl. Thought that was a good solution, hanging with the raisin girls. She's gone to the other side, givin us a yo heave ho. Things are getting kind of gross, and I go at sleepy time. This is not really, this is not really happening...

[dark fuschia]

Myrna: Okay enough! Everybody, we are passing through the plain of eternal silence now, show some reverence!

[Apoc]

Sinn: La la la weeee zapoota niiiiiii, neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee babapangowang blaaaaaaaaah hehe screw you cornflake girl, reverence should be earned, not freely given. This plain of silence is just a dead zone, nuthin mystical or respectful demanding about it...now the pit of eternal stench however, that requires serious respect, you just gotta shut up, not breathe through your nose and endure until you reach the other side.