The Dark Lord Was Murdered by Me

The Dark Lord was murdered by me, which is my one true purpose. So now I have to turn into a shaft of light and return to the realms of Phesius. We know while the exposition used to do, we know exactly what you're supposed to do. And if you were on stage, you would be dying. Your friends have brought us here today. It's no accident that we, car ticklers, have come round about your way. You suck, you, Sodor. Classic as your sack move. How dare you? I'm dying. This is happening for real. Oh, excellent, excellent. What a wonderful scene. One well done. Truly another remarkable