Tuor: Stuff is our resident, hot mess, alcoholic. Senel: Stuff is the patron saint of getting shitfaced. You replaced your organs with an engine that runs solely on alcohol. Tuor: You foolish fools, no one can tame the stuffaluffagus!
I. Pledge. My. Allegiance to, all things dark and, I promise, on my damned soul. To . Do as, I am told. For, Beelzebub has never seen , a soldier quite like me, not , only does his job, but . does. it happ-ill-y!