Continue the Christmas Poem (2020 Edition)

Where's my mum?!!" then screamed an arriving Hope; crying and crying like he can't cope.
"She fell to her death," the Judge Magister spoke. "Now, if you please, find someplace else to mope."
"I am so sick of mother characters dying so early in fiction," huffed little Linnaete, "I hate this trope!"
"Get here, Hope!" struck Lightning with pointed, yet controlled, ferocity, "We have unfinished business with the Cyber-Pope!"
"Nah, kid," said Jecht, having escaped the sand, "I'll show you how to talk to girls. It'll be dope."
"Order, order!" the Judge Magister cried. To Jecht, he said "Sir, put on a shirt or you shall be hanged with a rope."
"Bum. ass. penis. FUCK" said Hope, smiling happily now, "I can swear cuz mum ain't here to wash my mouth with soap!!

"What have I done?!" uttered General Hein with rue, as he fired his giant Zeus cannon directly at Adam's head.
"Huh?? WHAT? Why am I here? I wuz bein n emo wtf rawr :3" Said Adam, dodging the shot even though he looked dead!
"Hey, Cloud, let's go watch FF: The Spirits Within together," said Aerith seductively, ignoring Cloud's look of dread.

Out of the blue and very confused, a Tonberry stood and stared,
"Ouch! That is the-sharp! How very, very the-rude of you!" cried Tama, who was quite unprepared.
"What's your little butter knife gonna do? COME FIGHT ME, YOU LITTLE GREEN PUNK!" Jecht declared.
As the Tonberry jammed the chef's knife into Jecht's gut, the drunken Blitzball star realized that he shouldn't have dared.

This was when little Hope Cried again "Oh mummy, oh mummy where for art tho mummy, I have all these good boy points for tendies"
"Sir," said Chocolina, "this is a Wendy's."
“Nope! It’s the Crow’s Nest! KAW kids, I’m Kenny Crow!” called out an irritating mascot, “Sit down if you please!”
This was when Auron came through "I'm too serious for all this tomfoolery; gimmie a burger, no cheese"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'VE RUN OUT OF HOTDOGS?!" exclaimed poor Zell, "Geez!"

"I'm here!" shouted Linnaete the Sim "But chomp fast! The mustard is sliding off already and I'm getting cold!"
"Eww," cried Jecht, despite bleeding profusely from a Tonberry knife wound, "I bet she's covered with mould."
That was when Hope's mum arrived, scruffy as can be: where's that little boy of MINE, he's getting SOLD.
 
Where's my mum?!!" then screamed an arriving Hope; crying and crying like he can't cope.
"She fell to her death," the Judge Magister spoke. "Now, if you please, find someplace else to mope."
"I am so sick of mother characters dying so early in fiction," huffed little Linnaete, "I hate this trope!"
"Get here, Hope!" struck Lightning with pointed, yet controlled, ferocity, "We have unfinished business with the Cyber-Pope!"
"Nah, kid," said Jecht, having escaped the sand, "I'll show you how to talk to girls. It'll be dope."
"Order, order!" the Judge Magister cried. To Jecht, he said "Sir, put on a shirt or you shall be hanged with a rope."
"Bum. ass. penis. FUCK" said Hope, smiling happily now, "I can swear cuz mum ain't here to wash my mouth with soap!!

"What have I done?!" uttered General Hein with rue, as he fired his giant Zeus cannon directly at Adam's head.
"Huh?? WHAT? Why am I here? I wuz bein n emo wtf rawr :3" Said Adam, dodging the shot even though he looked dead!
"Hey, Cloud, let's go watch FF: The Spirits Within together," said Aerith seductively, ignoring Cloud's look of dread.

Out of the blue and very confused, a Tonberry stood and stared,
"Ouch! That is the-sharp! How very, very the-rude of you!" cried Tama, who was quite unprepared.
"What's your little butter knife gonna do? COME FIGHT ME, YOU LITTLE GREEN PUNK!" Jecht declared.
As the Tonberry jammed the chef's knife into Jecht's gut, the drunken Blitzball star realized that he shouldn't have dared.

This was when little Hope Cried again "Oh mummy, oh mummy where for art tho mummy, I have all these good boy points for tendies"
"Sir," said Chocolina, "this is a Wendy's."
“Nope! It’s the Crow’s Nest! KAW kids, I’m Kenny Crow!” called out an irritating mascot, “Sit down if you please!”
This was when Auron came through "I'm too serious for all this tomfoolery; gimmie a burger, no cheese"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'VE RUN OUT OF HOTDOGS?!" exclaimed poor Zell, "Geez!"

"I'm here!" shouted Linnaete the Sim "But chomp fast! The mustard is sliding off already and I'm getting cold!"
"Eww," cried Jecht, despite bleeding profusely from a Tonberry knife wound, "I bet she's covered with mould."
That was when Hope's mum arrived, scruffy as can be: where's that little boy of MINE, he's getting SOLD.
"You landed on a Phoenix Down? Why didn't that work for me?" Galuf's ghost sighed spectrally, "Was I really just that old?"
 
Where's my mum?!!" then screamed an arriving Hope; crying and crying like he can't cope.
"She fell to her death," the Judge Magister spoke. "Now, if you please, find someplace else to mope."
"I am so sick of mother characters dying so early in fiction," huffed little Linnaete, "I hate this trope!"
"Get here, Hope!" struck Lightning with pointed, yet controlled, ferocity, "We have unfinished business with the Cyber-Pope!"
"Nah, kid," said Jecht, having escaped the sand, "I'll show you how to talk to girls. It'll be dope."
"Order, order!" the Judge Magister cried. To Jecht, he said "Sir, put on a shirt or you shall be hanged with a rope."
"Bum. ass. penis. FUCK" said Hope, smiling happily now, "I can swear cuz mum ain't here to wash my mouth with soap!!

"What have I done?!" uttered General Hein with rue, as he fired his giant Zeus cannon directly at Adam's head.
"Huh?? WHAT? Why am I here? I wuz bein n emo wtf rawr :3" Said Adam, dodging the shot even though he looked dead!
"Hey, Cloud, let's go watch FF: The Spirits Within together," said Aerith seductively, ignoring Cloud's look of dread.

Out of the blue and very confused, a Tonberry stood and stared,
"Ouch! That is the-sharp! How very, very the-rude of you!" cried Tama, who was quite unprepared.
"What's your little butter knife gonna do? COME FIGHT ME, YOU LITTLE GREEN PUNK!" Jecht declared.
As the Tonberry jammed the chef's knife into Jecht's gut, the drunken Blitzball star realized that he shouldn't have dared.

This was when little Hope Cried again "Oh mummy, oh mummy where for art tho mummy, I have all these good boy points for tendies"
"Sir," said Chocolina, "this is a Wendy's."
“Nope! It’s the Crow’s Nest! KAW kids, I’m Kenny Crow!” called out an irritating mascot, “Sit down if you please!”
This was when Auron came through "I'm too serious for all this tomfoolery; gimmie a burger, no cheese"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'VE RUN OUT OF HOTDOGS?!" exclaimed poor Zell, "Geez!"

"I'm here!" shouted Linnaete the Sim "But chomp fast! The mustard is sliding off already and I'm getting cold!"
"Eww," cried Jecht, despite bleeding profusely from a Tonberry knife wound, "I bet she's covered with mould."
That was when Hope's mum arrived, scruffy as can be: where's that little boy of MINE, he's getting SOLD.
"You landed on a Phoenix Down? Why didn't that work for me?" Galuf's ghost sighed spectrally, "Was I really just that old?"
"I wanted to sell my crybaby kid too," mused Jecht, "but apparently selling children is illegal, so I was told."
 
Where's my mum?!!" then screamed an arriving Hope; crying and crying like he can't cope.
"She fell to her death," the Judge Magister spoke. "Now, if you please, find someplace else to mope."
"I am so sick of mother characters dying so early in fiction," huffed little Linnaete, "I hate this trope!"
"Get here, Hope!" struck Lightning with pointed, yet controlled, ferocity, "We have unfinished business with the Cyber-Pope!"
"Nah, kid," said Jecht, having escaped the sand, "I'll show you how to talk to girls. It'll be dope."
"Order, order!" the Judge Magister cried. To Jecht, he said "Sir, put on a shirt or you shall be hanged with a rope."
"Bum. ass. penis. FUCK" said Hope, smiling happily now, "I can swear cuz mum ain't here to wash my mouth with soap!!

"What have I done?!" uttered General Hein with rue, as he fired his giant Zeus cannon directly at Adam's head.
"Huh?? WHAT? Why am I here? I wuz bein n emo wtf rawr :3" Said Adam, dodging the shot even though he looked dead!
"Hey, Cloud, let's go watch FF: The Spirits Within together," said Aerith seductively, ignoring Cloud's look of dread.

Out of the blue and very confused, a Tonberry stood and stared,
"Ouch! That is the-sharp! How very, very the-rude of you!" cried Tama, who was quite unprepared.
"What's your little butter knife gonna do? COME FIGHT ME, YOU LITTLE GREEN PUNK!" Jecht declared.
As the Tonberry jammed the chef's knife into Jecht's gut, the drunken Blitzball star realized that he shouldn't have dared.

This was when little Hope Cried again "Oh mummy, oh mummy where for art tho mummy, I have all these good boy points for tendies"
"Sir," said Chocolina, "this is a Wendy's."
“Nope! It’s the Crow’s Nest! KAW kids, I’m Kenny Crow!” called out an irritating mascot, “Sit down if you please!”
This was when Auron came through "I'm too serious for all this tomfoolery; gimmie a burger, no cheese"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'VE RUN OUT OF HOTDOGS?!" exclaimed poor Zell, "Geez!"

"I'm here!" shouted Linnaete the Sim "But chomp fast! The mustard is sliding off already and I'm getting cold!"
"Eww," cried Jecht, despite bleeding profusely from a Tonberry knife wound, "I bet she's covered with mould."
That was when Hope's mum arrived, scruffy as can be: where's that little boy of MINE, he's getting SOLD.
"You landed on a Phoenix Down? Why didn't that work for me?" Galuf's ghost sighed spectrally, "Was I really just that old?"
"I wanted to sell my crybaby kid too," mused Jecht, "but apparently selling children is illegal, so I was told."

"You what?!" exclaimed Bugenhagen, who overheard their bizarre chat.
 
Where's my mum?!!" then screamed an arriving Hope; crying and crying like he can't cope.
"She fell to her death," the Judge Magister spoke. "Now, if you please, find someplace else to mope."
"I am so sick of mother characters dying so early in fiction," huffed little Linnaete, "I hate this trope!"
"Get here, Hope!" struck Lightning with pointed, yet controlled, ferocity, "We have unfinished business with the Cyber-Pope!"
"Nah, kid," said Jecht, having escaped the sand, "I'll show you how to talk to girls. It'll be dope."
"Order, order!" the Judge Magister cried. To Jecht, he said "Sir, put on a shirt or you shall be hanged with a rope."
"Bum. ass. penis. FUCK" said Hope, smiling happily now, "I can swear cuz mum ain't here to wash my mouth with soap!!

"What have I done?!" uttered General Hein with rue, as he fired his giant Zeus cannon directly at Adam's head.
"Huh?? WHAT? Why am I here? I wuz bein n emo wtf rawr :3" Said Adam, dodging the shot even though he looked dead!
"Hey, Cloud, let's go watch FF: The Spirits Within together," said Aerith seductively, ignoring Cloud's look of dread.

Out of the blue and very confused, a Tonberry stood and stared,
"Ouch! That is the-sharp! How very, very the-rude of you!" cried Tama, who was quite unprepared.
"What's your little butter knife gonna do? COME FIGHT ME, YOU LITTLE GREEN PUNK!" Jecht declared.
As the Tonberry jammed the chef's knife into Jecht's gut, the drunken Blitzball star realized that he shouldn't have dared.

This was when little Hope Cried again "Oh mummy, oh mummy where for art tho mummy, I have all these good boy points for tendies"
"Sir," said Chocolina, "this is a Wendy's."
“Nope! It’s the Crow’s Nest! KAW kids, I’m Kenny Crow!” called out an irritating mascot, “Sit down if you please!”
This was when Auron came through "I'm too serious for all this tomfoolery; gimmie a burger, no cheese"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'VE RUN OUT OF HOTDOGS?!" exclaimed poor Zell, "Geez!"

"I'm here!" shouted Linnaete the Sim "But chomp fast! The mustard is sliding off already and I'm getting cold!"
"Eww," cried Jecht, despite bleeding profusely from a Tonberry knife wound, "I bet she's covered with mould."
That was when Hope's mum arrived, scruffy as can be: where's that little boy of MINE, he's getting SOLD.
"You landed on a Phoenix Down? Why didn't that work for me?" Galuf's ghost sighed spectrally, "Was I really just that old?"
"I wanted to sell my crybaby kid too," mused Jecht, "but apparently selling children is illegal, so I was told."

"You what?!" exclaimed Bugenhagen, who overheard their bizarre chat.
"You know, Bugle..." interjected Lann in puzzled bewilderment, "From some angles you look like you have no legs... What's up with that?"
 
Where's my mum?!!" then screamed an arriving Hope; crying and crying like he can't cope.
"She fell to her death," the Judge Magister spoke. "Now, if you please, find someplace else to mope."
"I am so sick of mother characters dying so early in fiction," huffed little Linnaete, "I hate this trope!"
"Get here, Hope!" struck Lightning with pointed, yet controlled, ferocity, "We have unfinished business with the Cyber-Pope!"
"Nah, kid," said Jecht, having escaped the sand, "I'll show you how to talk to girls. It'll be dope."
"Order, order!" the Judge Magister cried. To Jecht, he said "Sir, put on a shirt or you shall be hanged with a rope."
"Bum. ass. penis. FUCK" said Hope, smiling happily now, "I can swear cuz mum ain't here to wash my mouth with soap!!

"What have I done?!" uttered General Hein with rue, as he fired his giant Zeus cannon directly at Adam's head.
"Huh?? WHAT? Why am I here? I wuz bein n emo wtf rawr :3" Said Adam, dodging the shot even though he looked dead!
"Hey, Cloud, let's go watch FF: The Spirits Within together," said Aerith seductively, ignoring Cloud's look of dread.

Out of the blue and very confused, a Tonberry stood and stared,
"Ouch! That is the-sharp! How very, very the-rude of you!" cried Tama, who was quite unprepared.
"What's your little butter knife gonna do? COME FIGHT ME, YOU LITTLE GREEN PUNK!" Jecht declared.
As the Tonberry jammed the chef's knife into Jecht's gut, the drunken Blitzball star realized that he shouldn't have dared.

This was when little Hope Cried again "Oh mummy, oh mummy where for art tho mummy, I have all these good boy points for tendies"
"Sir," said Chocolina, "this is a Wendy's."
“Nope! It’s the Crow’s Nest! KAW kids, I’m Kenny Crow!” called out an irritating mascot, “Sit down if you please!”
This was when Auron came through "I'm too serious for all this tomfoolery; gimmie a burger, no cheese"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'VE RUN OUT OF HOTDOGS?!" exclaimed poor Zell, "Geez!"

"I'm here!" shouted Linnaete the Sim "But chomp fast! The mustard is sliding off already and I'm getting cold!"
"Eww," cried Jecht, despite bleeding profusely from a Tonberry knife wound, "I bet she's covered with mould."
That was when Hope's mum arrived, scruffy as can be: where's that little boy of MINE, he's getting SOLD.
"You landed on a Phoenix Down? Why didn't that work for me?" Galuf's ghost sighed spectrally, "Was I really just that old?"
"I wanted to sell my crybaby kid too," mused Jecht, "but apparently selling children is illegal, so I was told."

"You what?!" exclaimed Bugenhagen, who overheard their bizarre chat.
"You know, Bugle..." interjected Lann in puzzled bewilderment, "From some angles you look like you have no legs... What's up with that?"
"That green ball thing he's sitting on is only good for a Sublimely Magnificent Jecht Shot Mark III," said Jecht, who is still a prat.
 
Where's my mum?!!" then screamed an arriving Hope; crying and crying like he can't cope.
"She fell to her death," the Judge Magister spoke. "Now, if you please, find someplace else to mope."
"I am so sick of mother characters dying so early in fiction," huffed little Linnaete, "I hate this trope!"
"Get here, Hope!" struck Lightning with pointed, yet controlled, ferocity, "We have unfinished business with the Cyber-Pope!"
"Nah, kid," said Jecht, having escaped the sand, "I'll show you how to talk to girls. It'll be dope."
"Order, order!" the Judge Magister cried. To Jecht, he said "Sir, put on a shirt or you shall be hanged with a rope."
"Bum. ass. penis. FUCK" said Hope, smiling happily now, "I can swear cuz mum ain't here to wash my mouth with soap!!

"What have I done?!" uttered General Hein with rue, as he fired his giant Zeus cannon directly at Adam's head.
"Huh?? WHAT? Why am I here? I wuz bein n emo wtf rawr :3" Said Adam, dodging the shot even though he looked dead!
"Hey, Cloud, let's go watch FF: The Spirits Within together," said Aerith seductively, ignoring Cloud's look of dread.

Out of the blue and very confused, a Tonberry stood and stared,
"Ouch! That is the-sharp! How very, very the-rude of you!" cried Tama, who was quite unprepared.
"What's your little butter knife gonna do? COME FIGHT ME, YOU LITTLE GREEN PUNK!" Jecht declared.
As the Tonberry jammed the chef's knife into Jecht's gut, the drunken Blitzball star realized that he shouldn't have dared.

This was when little Hope Cried again "Oh mummy, oh mummy where for art tho mummy, I have all these good boy points for tendies"
"Sir," said Chocolina, "this is a Wendy's."
“Nope! It’s the Crow’s Nest! KAW kids, I’m Kenny Crow!” called out an irritating mascot, “Sit down if you please!”
This was when Auron came through "I'm too serious for all this tomfoolery; gimmie a burger, no cheese"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'VE RUN OUT OF HOTDOGS?!" exclaimed poor Zell, "Geez!"

"I'm here!" shouted Linnaete the Sim "But chomp fast! The mustard is sliding off already and I'm getting cold!"
"Eww," cried Jecht, despite bleeding profusely from a Tonberry knife wound, "I bet she's covered with mould."
That was when Hope's mum arrived, scruffy as can be: where's that little boy of MINE, he's getting SOLD.
"You landed on a Phoenix Down? Why didn't that work for me?" Galuf's ghost sighed spectrally, "Was I really just that old?"
"I wanted to sell my crybaby kid too," mused Jecht, "but apparently selling children is illegal, so I was told."

"You what?!" exclaimed Bugenhagen, who overheard their bizarre chat.
"You know, Bugle..." interjected Lann in puzzled bewilderment, "From some angles you look like you have no legs... What's up with that?"
"That green ball thing he's sitting on is only good for a Sublimely Magnificent Jecht Shot Mark III," said Jecht, who is still a prat.
Kiiiicccckkkaaaaashwooshhuppp *pffft* BrahhmmOUCHffphffoeorroOOOPS*pffft* zaaafffgabOWOWOWOWflagharr-splat!
 
Where's my mum?!!" then screamed an arriving Hope; crying and crying like he can't cope.
"She fell to her death," the Judge Magister spoke. "Now, if you please, find someplace else to mope."
"I am so sick of mother characters dying so early in fiction," huffed little Linnaete, "I hate this trope!"
"Get here, Hope!" struck Lightning with pointed, yet controlled, ferocity, "We have unfinished business with the Cyber-Pope!"
"Nah, kid," said Jecht, having escaped the sand, "I'll show you how to talk to girls. It'll be dope."
"Order, order!" the Judge Magister cried. To Jecht, he said "Sir, put on a shirt or you shall be hanged with a rope."
"Bum. ass. penis. FUCK" said Hope, smiling happily now, "I can swear cuz mum ain't here to wash my mouth with soap!!

"What have I done?!" uttered General Hein with rue, as he fired his giant Zeus cannon directly at Adam's head.
"Huh?? WHAT? Why am I here? I wuz bein n emo wtf rawr :3" Said Adam, dodging the shot even though he looked dead!
"Hey, Cloud, let's go watch FF: The Spirits Within together," said Aerith seductively, ignoring Cloud's look of dread.

Out of the blue and very confused, a Tonberry stood and stared,
"Ouch! That is the-sharp! How very, very the-rude of you!" cried Tama, who was quite unprepared.
"What's your little butter knife gonna do? COME FIGHT ME, YOU LITTLE GREEN PUNK!" Jecht declared.
As the Tonberry jammed the chef's knife into Jecht's gut, the drunken Blitzball star realized that he shouldn't have dared.

This was when little Hope Cried again "Oh mummy, oh mummy where for art tho mummy, I have all these good boy points for tendies"
"Sir," said Chocolina, "this is a Wendy's."
“Nope! It’s the Crow’s Nest! KAW kids, I’m Kenny Crow!” called out an irritating mascot, “Sit down if you please!”
This was when Auron came through "I'm too serious for all this tomfoolery; gimmie a burger, no cheese"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'VE RUN OUT OF HOTDOGS?!" exclaimed poor Zell, "Geez!"

"I'm here!" shouted Linnaete the Sim "But chomp fast! The mustard is sliding off already and I'm getting cold!"
"Eww," cried Jecht, despite bleeding profusely from a Tonberry knife wound, "I bet she's covered with mould."
That was when Hope's mum arrived, scruffy as can be: where's that little boy of MINE, he's getting SOLD.
"You landed on a Phoenix Down? Why didn't that work for me?" Galuf's ghost sighed spectrally, "Was I really just that old?"
"I wanted to sell my crybaby kid too," mused Jecht, "but apparently selling children is illegal, so I was told."

"You what?!" exclaimed Bugenhagen, who overheard their bizarre chat.
"You know, Bugle..." interjected Lann in puzzled bewilderment, "From some angles you look like you have no legs... What's up with that?"
"That green ball thing he's sitting on is only good for a Sublimely Magnificent Jecht Shot Mark III," said Jecht, who is still a prat.
Kiiiicccckkkaaaaashwooshhuppp *pffft* BrahhmmOUCHffphffoeorroOOOPS*pffft* zaaafffgabOWOWOWOWflagharr-splat!

"Selling children is illegal... UNLESS THEY PUT YOU IN A SHALLOW GRAVE!!" Said Hope's mum, to the shock and awe to the surrounding crowd!
 
Where's my mum?!!" then screamed an arriving Hope; crying and crying like he can't cope.
"She fell to her death," the Judge Magister spoke. "Now, if you please, find someplace else to mope."
"I am so sick of mother characters dying so early in fiction," huffed little Linnaete, "I hate this trope!"
"Get here, Hope!" struck Lightning with pointed, yet controlled, ferocity, "We have unfinished business with the Cyber-Pope!"
"Nah, kid," said Jecht, having escaped the sand, "I'll show you how to talk to girls. It'll be dope."
"Order, order!" the Judge Magister cried. To Jecht, he said "Sir, put on a shirt or you shall be hanged with a rope."
"Bum. ass. penis. FUCK" said Hope, smiling happily now, "I can swear cuz mum ain't here to wash my mouth with soap!!

"What have I done?!" uttered General Hein with rue, as he fired his giant Zeus cannon directly at Adam's head.
"Huh?? WHAT? Why am I here? I wuz bein n emo wtf rawr :3" Said Adam, dodging the shot even though he looked dead!
"Hey, Cloud, let's go watch FF: The Spirits Within together," said Aerith seductively, ignoring Cloud's look of dread.

Out of the blue and very confused, a Tonberry stood and stared,
"Ouch! That is the-sharp! How very, very the-rude of you!" cried Tama, who was quite unprepared.
"What's your little butter knife gonna do? COME FIGHT ME, YOU LITTLE GREEN PUNK!" Jecht declared.
As the Tonberry jammed the chef's knife into Jecht's gut, the drunken Blitzball star realized that he shouldn't have dared.

This was when little Hope Cried again "Oh mummy, oh mummy where for art tho mummy, I have all these good boy points for tendies"
"Sir," said Chocolina, "this is a Wendy's."
“Nope! It’s the Crow’s Nest! KAW kids, I’m Kenny Crow!” called out an irritating mascot, “Sit down if you please!”
This was when Auron came through "I'm too serious for all this tomfoolery; gimmie a burger, no cheese"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'VE RUN OUT OF HOTDOGS?!" exclaimed poor Zell, "Geez!"

"I'm here!" shouted Linnaete the Sim "But chomp fast! The mustard is sliding off already and I'm getting cold!"
"Eww," cried Jecht, despite bleeding profusely from a Tonberry knife wound, "I bet she's covered with mould."
That was when Hope's mum arrived, scruffy as can be: where's that little boy of MINE, he's getting SOLD.
"You landed on a Phoenix Down? Why didn't that work for me?" Galuf's ghost sighed spectrally, "Was I really just that old?"
"I wanted to sell my crybaby kid too," mused Jecht, "but apparently selling children is illegal, so I was told."

"You what?!" exclaimed Bugenhagen, who overheard their bizarre chat.
"You know, Bugle..." interjected Lann in puzzled bewilderment, "From some angles you look like you have no legs... What's up with that?"
"That green ball thing he's sitting on is only good for a Sublimely Magnificent Jecht Shot Mark III," said Jecht, who is still a prat.
Kiiiicccckkkaaaaashwooshhuppp *pffft* BrahhmmOUCHffphffoeorroOOOPS*pffft* zaaafffgabOWOWOWOWflagharr-splat!

"Selling children is illegal... UNLESS THEY PUT YOU IN A SHALLOW GRAVE!!" Said Hope's mum, to the shock and awe to the surrounding crowd!
"What is wrong with you, lady?" exclaimed an outraged Cloud.
 
Where's my mum?!!" then screamed an arriving Hope; crying and crying like he can't cope.
"She fell to her death," the Judge Magister spoke. "Now, if you please, find someplace else to mope."
"I am so sick of mother characters dying so early in fiction," huffed little Linnaete, "I hate this trope!"
"Get here, Hope!" struck Lightning with pointed, yet controlled, ferocity, "We have unfinished business with the Cyber-Pope!"
"Nah, kid," said Jecht, having escaped the sand, "I'll show you how to talk to girls. It'll be dope."
"Order, order!" the Judge Magister cried. To Jecht, he said "Sir, put on a shirt or you shall be hanged with a rope."
"Bum. ass. penis. FUCK" said Hope, smiling happily now, "I can swear cuz mum ain't here to wash my mouth with soap!!

"What have I done?!" uttered General Hein with rue, as he fired his giant Zeus cannon directly at Adam's head.
"Huh?? WHAT? Why am I here? I wuz bein n emo wtf rawr :3" Said Adam, dodging the shot even though he looked dead!
"Hey, Cloud, let's go watch FF: The Spirits Within together," said Aerith seductively, ignoring Cloud's look of dread.

Out of the blue and very confused, a Tonberry stood and stared,
"Ouch! That is the-sharp! How very, very the-rude of you!" cried Tama, who was quite unprepared.
"What's your little butter knife gonna do? COME FIGHT ME, YOU LITTLE GREEN PUNK!" Jecht declared.
As the Tonberry jammed the chef's knife into Jecht's gut, the drunken Blitzball star realized that he shouldn't have dared.

This was when little Hope Cried again "Oh mummy, oh mummy where for art tho mummy, I have all these good boy points for tendies"
"Sir," said Chocolina, "this is a Wendy's."
“Nope! It’s the Crow’s Nest! KAW kids, I’m Kenny Crow!” called out an irritating mascot, “Sit down if you please!”
This was when Auron came through "I'm too serious for all this tomfoolery; gimmie a burger, no cheese"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'VE RUN OUT OF HOTDOGS?!" exclaimed poor Zell, "Geez!"

"I'm here!" shouted Linnaete the Sim "But chomp fast! The mustard is sliding off already and I'm getting cold!"
"Eww," cried Jecht, despite bleeding profusely from a Tonberry knife wound, "I bet she's covered with mould."
That was when Hope's mum arrived, scruffy as can be: where's that little boy of MINE, he's getting SOLD.
"You landed on a Phoenix Down? Why didn't that work for me?" Galuf's ghost sighed spectrally, "Was I really just that old?"
"I wanted to sell my crybaby kid too," mused Jecht, "but apparently selling children is illegal, so I was told."

"You what?!" exclaimed Bugenhagen, who overheard their bizarre chat.
"You know, Bugle..." interjected Lann in puzzled bewilderment, "From some angles you look like you have no legs... What's up with that?"
"That green ball thing he's sitting on is only good for a Sublimely Magnificent Jecht Shot Mark III," said Jecht, who is still a prat.
Kiiiicccckkkaaaaashwooshhuppp *pffft* BrahhmmOUCHffphffoeorroOOOPS*pffft* zaaafffgabOWOWOWOWflagharr-splat!

"Selling children is illegal... UNLESS THEY PUT YOU IN A SHALLOW GRAVE!!" Said Hope's mum, to the shock and awe to the surrounding crowd!
"What is wrong with you, lady?" exclaimed an outraged Cloud.
BANG! "My my..." said Ardyn, holding a smoking gun, "She really needed to go... My heartfelt commiserations! But I honestly didn't expect it to be so loud."
 
"I'm here!" shouted Linnaete the Sim "But chomp fast! The mustard is sliding off already and I'm getting cold!"
"Eww," cried Jecht, despite bleeding profusely from a Tonberry knife wound, "I bet she's covered with mould."
That was when Hope's mum arrived, scruffy as can be: where's that little boy of MINE, he's getting SOLD.
"You landed on a Phoenix Down? Why didn't that work for me?" Galuf's ghost sighed spectrally, "Was I really just that old?"
"I wanted to sell my crybaby kid too," mused Jecht, "but apparently selling children is illegal, so I was told."

"You what?!" exclaimed Bugenhagen, who overheard their bizarre chat.
"You know, Bugle..." interjected Lann in puzzled bewilderment, "From some angles you look like you have no legs... What's up with that?"
"That green ball thing he's sitting on is only good for a Sublimely Magnificent Jecht Shot Mark III," said Jecht, who is still a prat.
Kiiiicccckkkaaaaashwooshhuppp *pffft* BrahhmmOUCHffphffoeorroOOOPS*pffft* zaaafffgabOWOWOWOWflagharr-splat!

"Selling children is illegal... UNLESS THEY PUT YOU IN A SHALLOW GRAVE!!" Said Hope's mum, to the shock and awe to the surrounding crowd!
"What is wrong with you, lady?" exclaimed an outraged Cloud.
BANG! "My my..." said Ardyn, holding a smoking gun, "She really needed to go... My heartfelt commiserations! But I honestly didn't expect it to be so loud."
"WOAH! That was so cool. I want in. Where do I sign up to join the Final Fantasy villains club?" said Jecht, looking wowed.
 
"I'm here!" shouted Linnaete the Sim "But chomp fast! The mustard is sliding off already and I'm getting cold!"
"Eww," cried Jecht, despite bleeding profusely from a Tonberry knife wound, "I bet she's covered with mould."
That was when Hope's mum arrived, scruffy as can be: where's that little boy of MINE, he's getting SOLD.
"You landed on a Phoenix Down? Why didn't that work for me?" Galuf's ghost sighed spectrally, "Was I really just that old?"
"I wanted to sell my crybaby kid too," mused Jecht, "but apparently selling children is illegal, so I was told."

"You what?!" exclaimed Bugenhagen, who overheard their bizarre chat.
"You know, Bugle..." interjected Lann in puzzled bewilderment, "From some angles you look like you have no legs... What's up with that?"
"That green ball thing he's sitting on is only good for a Sublimely Magnificent Jecht Shot Mark III," said Jecht, who is still a prat.
Kiiiicccckkkaaaaashwooshhuppp *pffft* BrahhmmOUCHffphffoeorroOOOPS*pffft* zaaafffgabOWOWOWOWflagharr-splat!

"Selling children is illegal... UNLESS THEY PUT YOU IN A SHALLOW GRAVE!!" Said Hope's mum, to the shock and awe to the surrounding crowd!
"What is wrong with you, lady?" exclaimed an outraged Cloud.
BANG! "My my..." said Ardyn, holding a smoking gun, "She really needed to go... My heartfelt commiserations! But I honestly didn't expect it to be so loud."
"WOAH! That was so cool. I want in. Where do I sign up to join the Final Fantasy villains club?" said Jecht, looking wowed.

"Naught shall be made villainy on this night" called a concerned Ramza Beoulve from the snow hill top
 
"I'm here!" shouted Linnaete the Sim "But chomp fast! The mustard is sliding off already and I'm getting cold!"
"Eww," cried Jecht, despite bleeding profusely from a Tonberry knife wound, "I bet she's covered with mould."
That was when Hope's mum arrived, scruffy as can be: where's that little boy of MINE, he's getting SOLD.
"You landed on a Phoenix Down? Why didn't that work for me?" Galuf's ghost sighed spectrally, "Was I really just that old?"
"I wanted to sell my crybaby kid too," mused Jecht, "but apparently selling children is illegal, so I was told."

"You what?!" exclaimed Bugenhagen, who overheard their bizarre chat.
"You know, Bugle..." interjected Lann in puzzled bewilderment, "From some angles you look like you have no legs... What's up with that?"
"That green ball thing he's sitting on is only good for a Sublimely Magnificent Jecht Shot Mark III," said Jecht, who is still a prat.
Kiiiicccckkkaaaaashwooshhuppp *pffft* BrahhmmOUCHffphffoeorroOOOPS*pffft* zaaafffgabOWOWOWOWflagharr-splat!

"Selling children is illegal... UNLESS THEY PUT YOU IN A SHALLOW GRAVE!!" Said Hope's mum, to the shock and awe to the surrounding crowd!
"What is wrong with you, lady?" exclaimed an outraged Cloud.
BANG! "My my..." said Ardyn, holding a smoking gun, "She really needed to go... My heartfelt commiserations! But I honestly didn't expect it to be so loud."
"WOAH! That was so cool. I want in. Where do I sign up to join the Final Fantasy villains club?" said Jecht, looking wowed.

"Naught shall be made villainy on this night" called a concerned Ramza Beoulve from the snow hill top
"Hear, hear! We shall put an end to this immediately!" Regent Cid called out in earnest agreement, despite his appearance as a despicable oglop.
 
"I'm here!" shouted Linnaete the Sim "But chomp fast! The mustard is sliding off already and I'm getting cold!"
"Eww," cried Jecht, despite bleeding profusely from a Tonberry knife wound, "I bet she's covered with mould."
That was when Hope's mum arrived, scruffy as can be: where's that little boy of MINE, he's getting SOLD.
"You landed on a Phoenix Down? Why didn't that work for me?" Galuf's ghost sighed spectrally, "Was I really just that old?"
"I wanted to sell my crybaby kid too," mused Jecht, "but apparently selling children is illegal, so I was told."

"You what?!" exclaimed Bugenhagen, who overheard their bizarre chat.
"You know, Bugle..." interjected Lann in puzzled bewilderment, "From some angles you look like you have no legs... What's up with that?"
"That green ball thing he's sitting on is only good for a Sublimely Magnificent Jecht Shot Mark III," said Jecht, who is still a prat.
Kiiiicccckkkaaaaashwooshhuppp *pffft* BrahhmmOUCHffphffoeorroOOOPS*pffft* zaaafffgabOWOWOWOWflagharr-splat!

"Selling children is illegal... UNLESS THEY PUT YOU IN A SHALLOW GRAVE!!" Said Hope's mum, to the shock and awe to the surrounding crowd!
"What is wrong with you, lady?" exclaimed an outraged Cloud.
BANG! "My my..." said Ardyn, holding a smoking gun, "She really needed to go... My heartfelt commiserations! But I honestly didn't expect it to be so loud."
"WOAH! That was so cool. I want in. Where do I sign up to join the Final Fantasy villains club?" said Jecht, looking wowed.

"Naught shall be made villainy on this night" called a concerned Ramza Beoulve from the snow hill top
"Hear, hear! We shall put an end to this immediately!" Regent Cid called out in earnest agreement, despite his appearance as a despicable oglop.
"Spare some change, anyone?" called out O'aka XXIII, "I need millions of Gil to set up shop."
 
"I'm here!" shouted Linnaete the Sim "But chomp fast! The mustard is sliding off already and I'm getting cold!"
"Eww," cried Jecht, despite bleeding profusely from a Tonberry knife wound, "I bet she's covered with mould."
That was when Hope's mum arrived, scruffy as can be: where's that little boy of MINE, he's getting SOLD.
"You landed on a Phoenix Down? Why didn't that work for me?" Galuf's ghost sighed spectrally, "Was I really just that old?"
"I wanted to sell my crybaby kid too," mused Jecht, "but apparently selling children is illegal, so I was told."

"You what?!" exclaimed Bugenhagen, who overheard their bizarre chat.
"You know, Bugle..." interjected Lann in puzzled bewilderment, "From some angles you look like you have no legs... What's up with that?"
"That green ball thing he's sitting on is only good for a Sublimely Magnificent Jecht Shot Mark III," said Jecht, who is still a prat.
Kiiiicccckkkaaaaashwooshhuppp *pffft* BrahhmmOUCHffphffoeorroOOOPS*pffft* zaaafffgabOWOWOWOWflagharr-splat!

"Selling children is illegal... UNLESS THEY PUT YOU IN A SHALLOW GRAVE!!" Said Hope's mum, to the shock and awe to the surrounding crowd!
"What is wrong with you, lady?" exclaimed an outraged Cloud.
BANG! "My my..." said Ardyn, holding a smoking gun, "She really needed to go... My heartfelt commiserations! But I honestly didn't expect it to be so loud."
"WOAH! That was so cool. I want in. Where do I sign up to join the Final Fantasy villains club?" said Jecht, looking wowed.

"Naught shall be made villainy on this night" called a concerned Ramza Beoulve from the snow hill top
"Hear, hear! We shall put an end to this immediately!" Regent Cid called out in earnest agreement, despite his appearance as a despicable oglop.
"Spare some change, anyone?" called out O'aka XXIII, "I need millions of Gil to set up shop."
"I'm sorry," said the One Winged Angel Sephiroth "but your life has to stop".
 
"I'm here!" shouted Linnaete the Sim "But chomp fast! The mustard is sliding off already and I'm getting cold!"
"Eww," cried Jecht, despite bleeding profusely from a Tonberry knife wound, "I bet she's covered with mould."
That was when Hope's mum arrived, scruffy as can be: where's that little boy of MINE, he's getting SOLD.
"You landed on a Phoenix Down? Why didn't that work for me?" Galuf's ghost sighed spectrally, "Was I really just that old?"
"I wanted to sell my crybaby kid too," mused Jecht, "but apparently selling children is illegal, so I was told."

"You what?!" exclaimed Bugenhagen, who overheard their bizarre chat.
"You know, Bugle..." interjected Lann in puzzled bewilderment, "From some angles you look like you have no legs... What's up with that?"
"That green ball thing he's sitting on is only good for a Sublimely Magnificent Jecht Shot Mark III," said Jecht, who is still a prat.
Kiiiicccckkkaaaaashwooshhuppp *pffft* BrahhmmOUCHffphffoeorroOOOPS*pffft* zaaafffgabOWOWOWOWflagharr-splat!

"Selling children is illegal... UNLESS THEY PUT YOU IN A SHALLOW GRAVE!!" Said Hope's mum, to the shock and awe to the surrounding crowd!
"What is wrong with you, lady?" exclaimed an outraged Cloud.
BANG! "My my..." said Ardyn, holding a smoking gun, "She really needed to go... My heartfelt commiserations! But I honestly didn't expect it to be so loud."
"WOAH! That was so cool. I want in. Where do I sign up to join the Final Fantasy villains club?" said Jecht, looking wowed.

"Naught shall be made villainy on this night" called a concerned Ramza Beoulve from the snow hill top
"Hear, hear! We shall put an end to this immediately!" Regent Cid called out in earnest agreement, despite his appearance as a despicable oglop.
"Spare some change, anyone?" called out O'aka XXIII, "I need millions of Gil to set up shop."
"I'm sorry," said the One Winged Angel Sephiroth "but your life has to stop".

"All life must stop" Necron mused descending from the heavens, "As wise Yoda said: Fear leads to anger... anger leads to hate... hate leads to suffering..."
 
"I'm here!" shouted Linnaete the Sim "But chomp fast! The mustard is sliding off already and I'm getting cold!"
"Eww," cried Jecht, despite bleeding profusely from a Tonberry knife wound, "I bet she's covered with mould."
That was when Hope's mum arrived, scruffy as can be: where's that little boy of MINE, he's getting SOLD.
"You landed on a Phoenix Down? Why didn't that work for me?" Galuf's ghost sighed spectrally, "Was I really just that old?"
"I wanted to sell my crybaby kid too," mused Jecht, "but apparently selling children is illegal, so I was told."

"You what?!" exclaimed Bugenhagen, who overheard their bizarre chat.
"You know, Bugle..." interjected Lann in puzzled bewilderment, "From some angles you look like you have no legs... What's up with that?"
"That green ball thing he's sitting on is only good for a Sublimely Magnificent Jecht Shot Mark III," said Jecht, who is still a prat.
Kiiiicccckkkaaaaashwooshhuppp *pffft* BrahhmmOUCHffphffoeorroOOOPS*pffft* zaaafffgabOWOWOWOWflagharr-splat!

"Selling children is illegal... UNLESS THEY PUT YOU IN A SHALLOW GRAVE!!" Said Hope's mum, to the shock and awe to the surrounding crowd!
"What is wrong with you, lady?" exclaimed an outraged Cloud.
BANG! "My my..." said Ardyn, holding a smoking gun, "She really needed to go... My heartfelt commiserations! But I honestly didn't expect it to be so loud."
"WOAH! That was so cool. I want in. Where do I sign up to join the Final Fantasy villains club?" said Jecht, looking wowed.

"Naught shall be made villainy on this night" called a concerned Ramza Beoulve from the snow hill top
"Hear, hear! We shall put an end to this immediately!" Regent Cid called out in earnest agreement, despite his appearance as a despicable oglop.
"Spare some change, anyone?" called out O'aka XXIII, "I need millions of Gil to set up shop."
"I'm sorry," said the One Winged Angel Sephiroth "but your life has to stop".

"All life must stop" Necron mused descending from the heavens, "As wise Yoda said: Fear leads to anger... anger leads to hate... hate leads to suffering..."
"Cool, whatever," interjected Seifer, "but can we get better Wi-Fi? My 4K YouTube videos keep buffering."
 
"I'm here!" shouted Linnaete the Sim "But chomp fast! The mustard is sliding off already and I'm getting cold!"
"Eww," cried Jecht, despite bleeding profusely from a Tonberry knife wound, "I bet she's covered with mould."
That was when Hope's mum arrived, scruffy as can be: where's that little boy of MINE, he's getting SOLD.
"You landed on a Phoenix Down? Why didn't that work for me?" Galuf's ghost sighed spectrally, "Was I really just that old?"
"I wanted to sell my crybaby kid too," mused Jecht, "but apparently selling children is illegal, so I was told."

"You what?!" exclaimed Bugenhagen, who overheard their bizarre chat.
"You know, Bugle..." interjected Lann in puzzled bewilderment, "From some angles you look like you have no legs... What's up with that?"
"That green ball thing he's sitting on is only good for a Sublimely Magnificent Jecht Shot Mark III," said Jecht, who is still a prat.
Kiiiicccckkkaaaaashwooshhuppp *pffft* BrahhmmOUCHffphffoeorroOOOPS*pffft* zaaafffgabOWOWOWOWflagharr-splat!

"Selling children is illegal... UNLESS THEY PUT YOU IN A SHALLOW GRAVE!!" Said Hope's mum, to the shock and awe to the surrounding crowd!
"What is wrong with you, lady?" exclaimed an outraged Cloud.
BANG! "My my..." said Ardyn, holding a smoking gun, "She really needed to go... My heartfelt commiserations! But I honestly didn't expect it to be so loud."
"WOAH! That was so cool. I want in. Where do I sign up to join the Final Fantasy villains club?" said Jecht, looking wowed.

"Naught shall be made villainy on this night" called a concerned Ramza Beoulve from the snow hill top
"Hear, hear! We shall put an end to this immediately!" Regent Cid called out in earnest agreement, despite his appearance as a despicable oglop.
"Spare some change, anyone?" called out O'aka XXIII, "I need millions of Gil to set up shop."
"I'm sorry," said the One Winged Angel Sephiroth "but your life has to stop".

"All life must stop" Necron mused descending from the heavens, "As wise Yoda said: Fear leads to anger... anger leads to hate... hate leads to suffering..."
"Cool, whatever," interjected Seifer, "but can we get better Wi-Fi? My 4K YouTube videos keep buffering."
"Why Fie? Well, precisely! We shouldn't have to deal with any problems!" said Necron with excitement, "That's what I'm offering..."
 
"I'm here!" shouted Linnaete the Sim "But chomp fast! The mustard is sliding off already and I'm getting cold!"
"Eww," cried Jecht, despite bleeding profusely from a Tonberry knife wound, "I bet she's covered with mould."
That was when Hope's mum arrived, scruffy as can be: where's that little boy of MINE, he's getting SOLD.
"You landed on a Phoenix Down? Why didn't that work for me?" Galuf's ghost sighed spectrally, "Was I really just that old?"
"I wanted to sell my crybaby kid too," mused Jecht, "but apparently selling children is illegal, so I was told."

"You what?!" exclaimed Bugenhagen, who overheard their bizarre chat.
"You know, Bugle..." interjected Lann in puzzled bewilderment, "From some angles you look like you have no legs... What's up with that?"
"That green ball thing he's sitting on is only good for a Sublimely Magnificent Jecht Shot Mark III," said Jecht, who is still a prat.
Kiiiicccckkkaaaaashwooshhuppp *pffft* BrahhmmOUCHffphffoeorroOOOPS*pffft* zaaafffgabOWOWOWOWflagharr-splat!

"Selling children is illegal... UNLESS THEY PUT YOU IN A SHALLOW GRAVE!!" Said Hope's mum, to the shock and awe to the surrounding crowd!
"What is wrong with you, lady?" exclaimed an outraged Cloud.
BANG! "My my..." said Ardyn, holding a smoking gun, "She really needed to go... My heartfelt commiserations! But I honestly didn't expect it to be so loud."
"WOAH! That was so cool. I want in. Where do I sign up to join the Final Fantasy villains club?" said Jecht, looking wowed.

"Naught shall be made villainy on this night" called a concerned Ramza Beoulve from the snow hill top
"Hear, hear! We shall put an end to this immediately!" Regent Cid called out in earnest agreement, despite his appearance as a despicable oglop.
"Spare some change, anyone?" called out O'aka XXIII, "I need millions of Gil to set up shop."
"I'm sorry," said the One Winged Angel Sephiroth "but your life has to stop".

"All life must stop" Necron mused descending from the heavens, "As wise Yoda said: Fear leads to anger... anger leads to hate... hate leads to suffering..."
"Cool, whatever," interjected Seifer, "but can we get better Wi-Fi? My 4K YouTube videos keep buffering."
"Why Fie? Well, precisely! We shouldn't have to deal with any problems!" said Necron with excitement, "That's what I'm offering..."

"Aww," lamented Aerith, "I think Christmas is over and Cloud has yet to choose which girl he likes the most!"
 
"I'm here!" shouted Linnaete the Sim "But chomp fast! The mustard is sliding off already and I'm getting cold!"
"Eww," cried Jecht, despite bleeding profusely from a Tonberry knife wound, "I bet she's covered with mould."
That was when Hope's mum arrived, scruffy as can be: where's that little boy of MINE, he's getting SOLD.
"You landed on a Phoenix Down? Why didn't that work for me?" Galuf's ghost sighed spectrally, "Was I really just that old?"
"I wanted to sell my crybaby kid too," mused Jecht, "but apparently selling children is illegal, so I was told."

"You what?!" exclaimed Bugenhagen, who overheard their bizarre chat.
"You know, Bugle..." interjected Lann in puzzled bewilderment, "From some angles you look like you have no legs... What's up with that?"
"That green ball thing he's sitting on is only good for a Sublimely Magnificent Jecht Shot Mark III," said Jecht, who is still a prat.
Kiiiicccckkkaaaaashwooshhuppp *pffft* BrahhmmOUCHffphffoeorroOOOPS*pffft* zaaafffgabOWOWOWOWflagharr-splat!

"Selling children is illegal... UNLESS THEY PUT YOU IN A SHALLOW GRAVE!!" Said Hope's mum, to the shock and awe to the surrounding crowd!
"What is wrong with you, lady?" exclaimed an outraged Cloud.
BANG! "My my..." said Ardyn, holding a smoking gun, "She really needed to go... My heartfelt commiserations! But I honestly didn't expect it to be so loud."
"WOAH! That was so cool. I want in. Where do I sign up to join the Final Fantasy villains club?" said Jecht, looking wowed.

"Naught shall be made villainy on this night" called a concerned Ramza Beoulve from the snow hill top
"Hear, hear! We shall put an end to this immediately!" Regent Cid called out in earnest agreement, despite his appearance as a despicable oglop.
"Spare some change, anyone?" called out O'aka XXIII, "I need millions of Gil to set up shop."
"I'm sorry," said the One Winged Angel Sephiroth "but your life has to stop".

"All life must stop" Necron mused descending from the heavens, "As wise Yoda said: Fear leads to anger... anger leads to hate... hate leads to suffering..."
"Cool, whatever," interjected Seifer, "but can we get better Wi-Fi? My 4K YouTube videos keep buffering."
"Why Fie? Well, precisely! We shouldn't have to deal with any problems!" said Necron with excitement, "That's what I'm offering..."

"Aww," lamented Aerith, "I think Christmas is over and Cloud has yet to choose which girl he likes the most!"
"Oh woe is he" said Squall, keen to hit a barb over at his emo rival "More like choosing the girl who he's gonna ghost..."
 
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