C539 A Real Lunatic

After the incense was done, the almighty elder lit a cigarette and walked towards me.

He walked over to me, sat down, and said, "This is my job."

I said, "Well, you see, as you say, you do good."

It was like Mozart's Requiem, comforting the undead and reminiscing about the undead.

He said, "I'm surpassing the dead, my sister is harming the living."

I lit a cigarette myself and said, "Yeah