The smell of blood is suffocating.

It looks like an average rose at a glance, indeed

but there are eyes glistening between each petal. Eyes with looks that I find familiar.

Glinting eyes of insurmountable desire, the eyes not so dissimilar from those of my blood-starved Family.

It desires not to slay, nor does it to harm. That creature it merely yearns for blood.

I dont suppose that flower was always such a beastly thing.

Hah. Its not like Im in any position to pity that creature.

Hm. Lets see what were working with Shall it strike us with its vines? Yet such simple strategies will pose little to no risk to us.

Indeed, the red, blood-drenched petals most likely will utilize its sanguine resources to attack us. We will have to watch out for that angle.

Hm, how should I word these observations to naturally convey these findings to Manager Esq

Hold on. I-is this thing Halt, hath this contraption already begun recording?

Y-young Faust, I must bid thee a favorperchance, wouldst thou avail me a chance to discard this record in favor of a new

With good reason, yes. It is possible. (Faust)

Ooh! Then prithee, young Faust! A teeniest mistake was made here, on account of mine inexperience with this particular method of vocal recording. (Don Quixote)

Denied due to insufficient cause. This record will be maintained as-is. (Faust)

(Following are several dozen requests from Don Quixote to re-do this recording, every single one of them followed by Fausts messages of denial.)

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