( And we truly appreciate the restraint
Burns aren’t fun, he burnt his hand
on the stove once, he has a tiny
scar left over from that. )( Though we’re sure whatever you have in mind will
be much worse than the heat of a stove top. )❝How’d he die? I’d like to get an idea as to how I’m gonna go.
Because I’m not going to curtsey for you or whatever.❞
❝He died by the venom of an Agrabahn Viper,
let loose in his own bed by a lover of mine.❞
[ Would she even dare to call the Genie that?
She never truly loved him,
only ever seeing him as a chess piece in her little game. ]
❝Oh, did you think I saw going to kill you?
No, no, I was just going to give you a little reminder
as to who you are dealing with.❞
