Typhen: Well met, Thessaly. I apologise if I spoke out of turn. Is this being...some sort of god? His mind conjures concepts and they simply become?

Dusty: Pff, writer's block! That's author code for "I can't be stuffed."

Zaion: I might have to side with Dusty on this one. We've been stuck in the same cave for about two years now.

Dusty: FREAKING XANTHE! DDD:< WRITE SOMETHING ALREADY!

YOU KNOW WHAT, DUSTY. FINE. FINE, I'LL WRITE SOMETHING. I HAVE NO EXCUSE, OKAY?

Dusty: GOOD. Now go. GO NOW!

But I need to--

Dusty: Imma burn you, woman.

...Shh.