Thou art a noble creature indeed, Wolf. We monks art proud to call you an ally. And verily, thy howls art awesome to boot.

May I impart a word of advice to thee, Dark Overlord? Zombie monks art not very likely to be particularly threatening. And what's this about ionizing our cappuccino maker? Methought thou had shelved that project.

Did I? I suppose I did. But the maintenance gnomes won't take them back down. They keep threatening to go on strike, which is silly because they don't do anything really important. If I got really desperate to remove those ion cannons from the top of the Tower of Enlightenment, I'd just take a cutting laser up there, slice the supports off and push them over the side. Instead, out of the very kindness of my own heart, I give the maintenance gnomes a job to do to keep them busy and they start whinging about pay and having to work 16 hours a day and getting coffee breaks every 30 minutes. The trials of being a Dark Overlord.

In sooth, Overlord, mine heart is greatly moved with pity for thy plight

wolfloversk, thou art a noble Beaste. Never shalt we deliver one of our own into the clutches of the Spoileréd — thou art safe within these walls, Rose.

Walks into the monastery, armed with his silly string gun. Listen, I do not know why my fellow spoiled rotten hath put Rose on trial for watching the trailer. It makes no sense to me, for is that not our goal? To tempt the lower species with the knowledge of the good, and the evil?

Um, Dark Lord, although I must admit that 'tis a smart idea, due to many human's nasty addiction to caffine, but what is to prevent them from simply finding another cappuchino maker?

And dear Meltintale, I'm not to entirely sure of how my breathren prefer to be addressed, but the normal way you greet any other creature is fine with me. After all we wolves have much in common with ze human, perhaps more than either of us like to think.

And to you beautiful Dryad I am honored to be your ally. Let no further trouble come amongst us...

AHHHOOOORRRROOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
And I am muchly glad that this shalt not result in war or trial

I admit too, Silly Sting Slinger that ze minion's motives seem a bit... um, contradictory...

Well I suppose now that peace has once again been restored, that I shalt returm to ze middle way... but I shalt first warn you both, I am watching... and I'm willing to fight for both freedom and justice, if need be.

OOOORRRROOOOOOOOO!!!!

I hath made a desicion to progress upon the upcoming film spoiler free!
I am woe to my eyes beingst polluted with the trash of the minions and buljers of The Evil and Dark Lair of the LoESRM. I shalt proceed without corruption of spoilers.

the normal way you greet any other creature is fine with me.

Tis good to know. It wouldst be a sad day should I offend thee by neglecting to wiggle mine ears or some-such. (Which I most certainly wouldst, because I canst not wiggle mine ears. )

EDIT: Welcome, Katana! Thou shalt be safe from all spoilers within these walls. I wouldst offer cookies, but I believe the last batch hath been consumed. However, I shall haste to mix up a batch of peanut butter cookies and we canst share a plate hot from the oven.

to all:
we now have even more spoilers with the new trailer and the screen caps of that trailer!
I beseech ye to watch it so that thout might be enlightened!

Katana, much welcome I bid you!

Oh, we art out of cookies? Here, I hath made a batch today.

Indeed, Wyrm of Books, thy trials sound most. . . trying. Perhaps next time I trek up to the Lair (though verily, I hope that it shalt not be soon ), I shalt bring the gnomes the good news of the Spoiler-Free Monastery, and see if they would rather wrangle billygoats in these peaceful hills. Not that I wouldst be trying to finagle thy work force away from thee. Of course not.

Um, Dark Lord, although I must admit that 'tis a smart idea, due to many human's nasty addiction to caffine, but what is to prevent them from simply finding another cappuchino maker?

Ah, but the cappuccino maker is a sacred object to the Monastery. With it, we brew "hot aromatic harmonizing energetic karma for use in staying awake, whilst we meditate," in the words of our High Reverend Father, which art immortalized on scrolls in the hallowed Chamber of Records. Were it destroyed, I do not think it couldst be replaced.

So it hath better not be. *Looks pointedly in the direction of the Lair*

Welcome to these hallowed walls and hallowed halls, Katana! Hath a cup of cappuccino!

Didst someone mention cookies?

Just so thou art all up to speed, the good Puddleglum hath entrusted me with a strange, mythical device called a "remote," in the event that there is to ever be trouble again with the Spoiled Rotten. Evidently it causeth a big boometh sound to go off at the dark, distant Lair and wilt decorate its battlements with silly string when activated. But as I hath no desire to cause strife unless in times of great urgency, it hath been placed in the secret chamber beneath these sacred rooms where the mystical cappuccino maker art concealed. I beg of all, let it not be used unless the Monastery is in greatest of need.

Anyway.

Methinks it might encourage peace in this land if the Order invited the members of the Middle Way and the Spoiled Rotten to this most sacred Monastery sometime soon to partake in tea and other monkish goodies. (If the Spoiled Rotten do not "decodeth" the invitation into a declaration of war, anyway. ) What think thee of that, mine fellow monks who love peace so well?

to all:
we now have even more spoilers with the new trailer and the screen caps of that trailer!
I beseech ye to watch it so that thout might be enlightened!

I shoudst warn you all though...
and to do so I shalt quote glumPuddle's sig,

"Traliers Lie!"

Verily, oh Dryad of the Rose Tree, thine suggestion beeth good, as long as no spoilers are brought into these hallowed walls.

*pulls out a batch of piping hot peanut butter cookies*

Mmmmmm, delicious. What with those winterlife hast graciously provided, I dare say we shalt have enough to last us until, oh, tomorrow...

I applaud thine idea, fair Dryad. Perforce, there hast not been nearly enough eating of delectable goodies. I believe we hast a parlour wherein all who visit might be seated...

*eats several hot peanut-butter cookies*

These art quite delicious, methinks! Many thanks, Good Lady Wanderer!

When ist our questing to begin-eth? I do so long to have a true ballad to script onto my scrolls!

Indeed it is said that trailers often do, good Wolf. The Spoiled Rotten art not nearly as enlightened as they believe themselves to be, methinks.

In sooth, Life of Winter, all spoilers shalt be checked at the Monastery's hallowed doors. I wilt be standing there, welcoming the guests with my bow and thorn-tipped arrows to make sure it is so. Oh, and let it be said that silly string wilt be prohibited as well.

*Samples both the Lady Wanderer and Winty's cookies* How delicious! Verily, we ought to baketh cookies more often around here. Only now we may not hath to conceal only our beloved cappuccino maker from the Spoiled Rotten, but our recipes as well.

I believe I know the parlour thou speakst of, Lady, and it wilt suit well! I shall begin preparing the invitations. Prithee, when do mine fellow monks think the jollification shouldst take place? On the morrow? Or perhaps when Friday cometh, to kicketh off the weekend?

Verily, Inspired Dramatist, I hath been longing for thee to write thy ballad as well, and to hear thee declaim it! I believe part-time quests for words and biscotti, as well as this recent strife betwixt the Monastery and the LoESRM hath caused some degree of delay. In sooth, if the quest wilt teacheth me anything, I hope it shalt be how to stay focused. Methinks we shalt see about it after the feast concludeth, but if thou can make any preparations before its end, by all means let it be so.