Wizard's Spouse: You look exhausted, dear — another busy night?
Wizard of the White Sea: Aye, Ipswitch and lord Fubble wanted advice on an invasion of zombies in their sector, I finally managed to get great-grandfather to tell me where the bones of the Purple King are buried, and a 7th level demonic salesman kept trying to get me to sell my soul.
Wizard of the White Sea: Aye, Ipswitch and lord Fubble wanted advice on an invasion of zombies in their sector, I finally managed to get great-grandfather to tell me where the bones of the Purple King are buried, and a 7th level demonic salesman kept trying to get me to sell my soul.
Bart: I just had a vision of my own horrible fiery death.
Lisa: ...and?
Lisa: ...and?
She sat on the side of her bed for a few seconds and composed herself. Then she opened a drawer from the night stand, took a cassette recorder from it, turned it on, and began to speak.
"This is August 17th. Another entry in my dream journal. I think this one might be a prophecy. It's been a long time since I've had one... but this one seemed intense enough to be. I just hope it isn't.
"I saw my brother Lex. His wife Ardora was alive, and he was killing her.
"And then he was killing Superman."
"This is August 17th. Another entry in my dream journal. I think this one might be a prophecy. It's been a long time since I've had one... but this one seemed intense enough to be. I just hope it isn't.
"I saw my brother Lex. His wife Ardora was alive, and he was killing her.
"And then he was killing Superman."
