CURSES! Blast that . . . that . . . that human Denison! Curse this school and its righteoussness! This will wreck all our plans!

Have you heard of the disaster? Even in the depths of the Abyss you must have heard the Scripture called out, loud and clear, shrieking in our ears, the torment, the agony!

I couldn't go near the building! It was suffocating. The entire hill became unbearable. I'm all shaky even now, now that it's over. I still can't work up the courage to go back into the Burg. We used to own that building.

We're done for now, cousin Screwtape. If anything like this ever happens again, I fear we'll have lost this school for good. He recited entire chapters of the Book! Curses! And he couldn't stop there. He broke the Rule Number One we used to impose on chapel, he told them to go home and read it!

All is lost, Screwtape. Please help us. I need you, dear, dear cousin. I need your help. The situation is desparate.

Send help,

Snorglak the Embattled