No s~0~n of yours
Pathetic? That’s not very nice, Jack. I came over for morning tea, even tried to wake you, but you would not play host for me.
That’s fine. You will play host now, whether you like it or naught.
If this isn’t enough of a show for you, I can do better. But then we’re just playing games. So, as long as we’re at it, I have a nice little game to start us off.
The “angels” will ask a question, and you will have twenty-four hours to answer it. Failure to do so means that I will deliberately tear you apart, rather than let you feast upon yourselves.
Soul is the brevity of wit – but you’ll have neither when we’re done. So, in the spirit of fair play, I’ll start with a simple question. “Who am I?” You each get one answer – then you are done.
Let us enjoy this!