“Ain’t you a sad one, but I don’t see why. Have I been so beguiling?  Your life is excellent! Don’t I protect you from thy feculent?  Where is your grand revolutionary enthrallment?  Remember, you came to me with your spirit exquisite! Now that our work is finished, you whine about my temperament! You whine about the cruelty of our settlement! You whine that we are maleficent…”

“No… It’s not that I whine; it’s that you lie! You lie like a guiling. You’re benevolent?  Oh, I dare you to say that to those we prejudiced! Remember, those bodies we spread in a grand decadent! That is where thy exquisite spirit went in your embezzlement. Let this be my regal testament…”

“No… you can’t preach to me about a lie. You dreamed that awing guiling.  We’re benevolent!  I will voice that; we saved those hurt and prejudiced! Remember, the time we lived in before our decadent. You’ll give our lives away for your spiritual embezzlement? That is a terrible testament…”

“Aren’t you an angry one, I see why. I have been so beguiling.  Our life wasn’t excellent.  I dreamt to run away thy feculent.  You’re naïvely caught in thy revolutionary enthrallment. Now that I’ve woken to the spirit of that ghost, exquisite! You’re remaining to recall that poisonous temperament. Force safeguards this unprotectable settlement. Thus, we became a maleficent…”