"We are the Pilgrims, master; we shall go Always a little further: it may be Beyond the last blue mountain barred with snow, Across that angry or that glimmering sea, White on a throne or guarded in a cave There lives a prophet who can understand Why men were born: but surely we are brave, Who take the golden road to Samarkand. "
Solis Arith ; And rememer kids if you dance around the Fortizar Three times while tossing EM Ammo C'tanie Clause will bring you presents