(How dare you correctith M.O.W.A.??? OFF WITH THOWITH'S HEAD! >:D Then I shall Dance in the scarlet blood raining from thy skyith Holding my horrid tea that drastid cook that calls thy self "FireFlyMoonSong" (Name said in moking british tone) madeith. And as my Beautiful silk dress beith splattered with crimson, I shall skin thee head, take its eyes and thy muffin theey call a brain and order that horrid cook to bake it into thy royal cake for M.O.W.A. 's royal maskaraid ball. :3} (Please don't take any affence to this. :3 By the way, don't mind this. I like to read poems by "Edgar Allen Poe" and those are grusome. :3 )