The decanthrope pulls out a business card and pen, and quickly scribbles down a number. "You can get the lies to little children from red here, or call this number and get a much better explanation, your choice." The currently inhabited body rummages around in the Will's stomach (!), before producing a whole egg.<br/><br/>"And if you want the simple explanation, it'd start with this."<br/><br/>The Will takes on a rather overly affected look of horror. "Oh, that of all things, should then this one be brought to play!"<br/><br/>The other bodies form a chorus, singing and stomping their feet. "Oh, that Adorjan should take you!"<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>They're probably quoting some play or something.