My astral form remains in the physical realm which leads me to believe that you didn't hold up your end of the bargain. How do you explain your treachery?
Well, I sort of got turned into a freak by an angry haitian.
You are a selfish selfish child and I've sold you to an old snooker buddy of mine. Before you report to him, I'd like to ask that you visit my daughters grave and say a prayer first.
Ok.
I really respect the time that we spent together. You were like a son to me and I shall salute your brothers when I get to viking heaven. Thank you for all that you have done. Take my lucky flask.
