The angels left a few days ago and i just worked up enough energy to write this.
Samandiriel pisses me off. If he joins our side, I don't know what I'm going to do.
I'm thinking murder, but I'm not sure if you can even murder an angel. Maybe I can get Judas to help me.
I hate Sam's stupid imagination. I think he really just wanted to try and convert us.
But i don't think The Big Guy enjoys him that much either- to much thinking. And after all, imagination is a sin isn't it?
yeah. I guess it is.
After all, i'm full of imagination right now. Of how to get rid of Sam and how to fix the hole that is still in our kitchen.
Maybe i'll get Sam to fix the hole, then I'll push him through it and leave him forever stranded in Its A Small Small World.
I like that one.
I wonder what my dear old brother will think of this. Or my mother.