User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask The Jaghunds/@comment-30014014-20170528173517/@comment-30014014-20170531191216

The fool soon stops laughing and simply passes a hand over his mask, putting a general wear of smile.

Bowing before the man who proceeded to deliver a possible trip to the nearest medical bay due to a case of punctured lungs provided by a rather ironic twist of fate, he expresses his earnest sentiment while putting a hand over his shoulder "All good in the game of fate, good friend. You're going to be a fine progenitor for the upcoming child".

Soon enough, a tablet appeared before him. Picking it up, he started flipping over the stone thing as if flicking pages. His mask turned into one of a search with a chuckle hidden between flicks "Now what would be appropriate to use? Another bag? Maybe a head-sized bandage? Or that hole in the ceiling he dented his home with? Maybe a new hiding spot for his questionable reviews? Now that I'm thinking about it..."

The fool looks at the shaky man "good sir, have you officialized your trinity union? If not, I may have something for that..."