Trophonius

• For the love of Weaver, cut the accordion music.

• A large ham if there ever was one.

• Mouths do not belong there.

• Why not settle this over a nice cup of tea?

• I'm just a Black Feather, nobody loves me.

• For the Magius. For Eve.

• Forget Giorno. When the piano begins to play, she has the advantage and you're about to lose. Badly.

• Save the future, even if it means losing yourself.

• Wo Ist die Käse?

• This is so kawaii!

• There's no way I'd ever regret it.

• Shows are every hour, on the hour!

• *Barbershop quartet scatting noises*

• Good grief. Give me a break.

Then, impossibly, he crossed all known limits of acceleration and began running at the speed of light.

Note to self: Use Lightning Faded eyes for Medic

No one knows much about this Coatl. Not where they're from, nor who they are. What is certain is that they possess a passion for pyrotechnics that goes beyond what most would consider to be "an acceptable amount of fire." They're not much for conversation, but it appears that the sight of flames does anything from soothe them to act as a source of inspiration and joy.

To which we say: good for them, honestly! It's still worth keeping an eye on them to make sure they don't get too carried away with their firebug tendencies at inconvenient times and places for others, though.

• I have done nothing but teleport gravel for three days.