"Do pardon this humble bandit, but let me profess, here where they can all see: I can see epics bearing your name, coming in great singsong words to praise every graceful arrow that flies from your digits, joined with poems that celebrate your every jape and quip and decree, and hearing them bellowed from even the cravens and the unhale, your name mingling in the holds and in the pubs to be lauded for the many ages to come — "

"Will someone shut this bloody cat up?”

Lysio Horas, friend of mantis peep, in a speech dedicated to mantis peep, and kindly being told to stop talking by said mantis peep. Likes less-than-mediocre poems and tales and being an overall dummy.