Test them. Never trust them at first, the eyes will conquer you if you’re not paying attention. They whisper in the wind of realms beyond comprehensive thoughts. Saying things like, “Come hither, let me spank your ass.”
Never return the favor or be doomed
Doomed. Doomed, to spend your days in the lost castle of the crashed ninononamus. I founded a passage, leading through underground jungles, to the heart of this flippant telegraphy, and on and down into the trees, where some red thing awaits, should I stay.
Into the trees.
Yes. Your only salvation is in the forest
AAAAAHHHRRGGG!!! Big Arthur is after me. He been throwing his hooks at me, and he bit me. I fear terribly that he may be an emissary of the chipman. Only way out I can see is to go down. I’m tunnelling, and will build an subterranean temple. I will perform the magic to create an Mirror of the Dimerald. Thence I shall walk through it, into lands far stranger than these. Follow me my friend lice, do not forsaken me. Hope burns bright.
Always Guilty for the attackers. Hope I don’t trust the others