 How dey keepin' de lid on tings I dunno, but dey do.
Drop 'em all in de swamp an' let de black depths sink'em ta Hell.
Lemme know how dat work out fuh you.
Useful an' necessary.
Faries? Really?
Dem crittahs, sum ting else.
Dey be a lotta strange tings in de Big Easy. If dey's real dat not suprisin'.
De spirits move freely in Nawlins, no real suprise dere.
Dey really are like happy meals on legs.
Dat sumtin' else ta go bump'n de night.
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