Well, You've Finally Got A License To

We Can't Stop Living Because Other People Are Dead.

We've Had To Deal With So Many Complications. We're Still Dealing With Them. And What Can We Do? Nothing - Well, Unless We Take Your Side's Point Of View And Make Deals With The Devil. But Why? Why Can't We Make Deals With God? People Do All The Time. 'god, If You Do This For Me, I Promise To Be Good.' Stuff Like That. Yeah, But I Don't See Any Contracts Like You Guys Have. No Hard Evidence That It Works. How Come We Can Only Get Things We Want By Being Bad? Why Can't We Get Them By Being Good?

The Door Opened, And We Were Met By A Fifty-something Man With A Grizzled Blond Beard. He Was Wearing Bermuda Shorts And A Lynyrd Skynyrd T-shirt. Also, He Had An Eye Patch. "this Is Incredible," I Heard Adrian Murmur. "beyond My Wildest Dreams.

She Was Right About Something Else Too," Dimitri Said After A Long Pause.... "that I Do Still Love You.

Only A True Best Friend Can Protect You From Your Immortal Enemies.