This, just after Ecrivain swore that KotH was dead. I'm not sure whether or not I should be thanking you for the irony.

Unfortunately, your brilliant plan has a tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiny flaw: it relies on the hill...You know...Staying put. I thrust the hill forward through the base with my fearsome telekinesis, its invincibility bypassing all spiky substances and its momentum destroying all walls, and send bursting out of the Greenland catacombs, into Ecrivain to make sure he can't follow the hill, around the world, and now, again, in Japan, with me riding upon it the instant the hill burst through the Greenland catacombs I reclaim the hill once I fly over there, the only one to know where it went.

MY HILL!!!