“HARK! WE HAVE RETURNED TO OUR DOMINIONS! THOU FINDEST US WITH LIFE! LIFE, I SAY!”
“Jeeze, calm down, Girania! It ain’t like we’ve been gone that long.” -pauses and looks around.- “I take that back. This place is deader than a grown-up’s dreams.”
“Well, what do you expect? It’s not like we were reformed very quickly after our... incidents. Master Wizeman was not kind in our executions.”
“Ain’t that the truth. But if he nixed us, how did we get back?”
“Canst thou not see? We are but tools in his majesty’s hands, the clay of his fingertips, and a master craftsman doth not keep useless tools.”
“Wait, are ya calling us useless!?”
“No... On the contrary, Chamelan, I think he’s saying that we were brought back because we are useful to Master Wizeman.”
“So... the only reason we ain’t Ideya an’ nightmare dust is because Wizeman needs us fer somthin’.”
“Exactly, and so long as we keep it that way, we won’t have to worry about getting... well, destroyed again.”