Narration(Xander): Parliament is falling apart. Every move I make to keep my personal influence out of politics results in total deadlock. Di is in way over her head and she’s losing control.
Narration(Xander): But even the Religious Nobility Community endorsed the Satanist Party rather than have me around.
Narration(Xander): That hurt. That stung. That makes me appreciate a little warmth on a frosty December morning.
Narration(Xander): She shouldn’t have been able to sneak up on me like that.
Narration(Xander): The roses are a sorry excuse for a peace offering. I couldn’t think of anything else.
Narration(Xander): That’s the curse of immortality we’ll have to make up sometime.
Narration(Xander): She hasn’t backed down. Now when I hurt her, not ever. Makes me all wobbly even now.
Narration(Xander): No, no no! I’m getting distracted. There will be no apologies to the old bat. There will be an amicable parting of ways.
Narration(Xander): I could wield a thunderbolt today and never think twice. The air is on fire with electricity.
Xander: Come out, Thanos Shane, you can’t hide from me.