<fic snipped cause I felt like it.  Bedah>

 Oh, most foul and pernicous of writers.  How can you give us but a taste of
 the fruit of the gods and snatch it away while we have had but a tiny droplet
 of its juices.  Yeay, for if there were but a pebble of pity within thy stony
 heart, you would be have scribed more!  Or, in the least, never haven shown
it
 to but a few and given the rest with the sure knowledge that there would be
 more, coming anon!  Oh, cruelest of fates that you have damned us with for
 showing us a glimpse of heaven and dragged us down, to wait for that smallest
 of eternitys for more!
 -Murmur the Fallen
 In other words, 'HURRY THE HECK UP!'
 Uklesh: What he said.
 Kosh: My, he certainly is ...unstable, isn't he?
 Uklesh: Let's try to keep him quiet before he makes more a fool of himself.