Thread:Happywolfpuppy/@comment-31191359-20181001170406/@comment-26863232-20181205210514

Poor folk. They seem scared. I should be scared too. Yet, I find myself in a sense of dreadful familiarity, less of fear than horror of what's to come. All too familiar, yet recollections of none.

"Well, pu pu, comrades.  You seem rather nervous, and so am I.  But this is a party, so let us, for at least a moment, make merry.  Would you fellows like some tea?" I draw a stack of teacups and a teapot from within my cloak.