When I walked into the livin' room, my mentor had our mullethead in his lap. He smiled at me, and said somethin' that made no sense to me. "You know something? If Boadica fights again, she'll win. She has yet to make up her mind."
Uh, she's been dead a while, last I heard. I don't think there'd be anythin' left o' 'er either. If there was, aye! Just lookin' at the animated remains might. . .
Wait a minute! 'Night Of The Living Dead' ain't gonna happen. That much I can tell you even though my Akashic Knowledge is severely compromised.
That statement my mentor made makes about as much sense as me existin'. After all, I'm just a character that was dragged up from the Irish history books of mythology for a story set.
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