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[free_r_kevin]

 Questioning the sun doesn't help anyone.

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[betarade_spill]

Verily, Kevin.

Thou shouldst not stay thy tongue of inquiries.

[free_r_kevin]

I saw what happened to the last guy who questioned our Smiling God. It was--er, wonderful, of course, but it did look slightly unpleasant!

[betarade_spill]

Were his life expunged?

[free_r_kevin]

Eventually! First he was covered in fire ants, and his limbs removed, and then beaten, and then fired.

Out of a cannon. Into the sun.

But I'm sure it was for the best! The Smiling God does not appreciate random employees blatantly questioning things.

[betarade_spill]

Verily, his suffering were brief by contrast.

[free_r_kevin]

And he never got an answer to his question anyway! *Big, mad, broken grin.*

[betarade_spill]

...what didst his inquest be?

[free_r_kevin]

I think it was why the Smiling God likes blood so much. Bit of a silly question, really.

[betarade_spill]

Thou speaketh for sooth: those who doth lust after blood, be unvarying in their madness.

[free_r_kevin]

*Blink blink.* Liking blood is mandatory anyway!

[betarade_spill]

[case in point]

The inquest doth merit musing, I reckon.

[free_r_kevin]

*Quite.*

. . . why do you talk like a parody of the Middle Ages anyway?

[betarade_spill]

Beta Ray Bill doth parley in thy tongue, as 'twas first put forth to him.

[The real question is, why do Asgardians]

[free_r_kevin]

Well it's 400 years out of date at best, and a mangling of same at worst. Very unproductive!

*Good point, good point.*

[betarade_spill]

400 years? Bill had not yet broached Midgard, then...

Verily, Kevin, thou hath, mayhap, somewhat more dire concerns.

[free_r_kevin]

Nah, not really. Everything is fine and everyone is happy, and people who aren't happy get gently processed into something more useful and happier! So don't you worry about me. Or anything at all, in fact. Ever.