"... Edevane? Who the hell is that, first of all actually, why have i never even heard of their name,... Miranda, have you kept something from me Dimitrescu knows..?"
..Yeaaaah, if that was the case, then he was reeeeally not happy about it.
".. You fucking-, you are hiding something! What, because I don't agree with eeeeevery god damn word of miss chicken wings, suddenly I don't have accsess to info I could probably use to kill that bastard of a father-!?"
".. Yeah, next thing you know your daughters are going to drop dead.. Miranada, I expect of you to inform me of who this is, otherwise i can not ensure the.. "loyalty", of the jar. Why should i work with someone who won't even tell me of someone anyways?"
"Oh, and what reason do I have to? Surely if you just told me of this person, everything would be just handy dandy, or would you rather I go ahead and give that baby part away, hmm.. I wonder how much The Duke will give me."
"Won't I?.. Tell me.. who, they, ARE. Then I'll be your little puppet, or better put, just another, "paaaaawn" in your hand. like the rest of those weaklings outside, and around us."
