the spoken word is hey i demand these requirement piss all noww off y'all . eeeyah! and you kick them with your silver spurs and yu feel good as you here the sizzling because you realize they were not human at all now you and them are separated and one of us is evil. not me, of course. but the spoken word rideth out ona sword blade ont he dge, the double balded sword blade, cut thin edge-ed, slick and smooth and shiny and bright with powere. EEEEEYAh! once again, the sound vibrated her memory and she , as he cu into her neck, was drawn into a dream of a paradise, underwater, smooth and clean, and a huge mirror at the bottom repeating everything backwards endlessly.