Sometimes the little Chaos Pagan within is like: Lets get LIT and provoke the Gods so they appear.
However the itty bitty Paeon of Law is like: Last time we did that we puked for two hours straight, cried in 5 different languages, and passed put with our ass up in the air. WE'RE GOOD. We dont need to do that.
Chaos Pagan already 2 double shots down throwing lit matches at a pile of gasoline soaked wood: Naaaah, we'll be fine.




















