Okay, as time passes, I'm not quite as angry anymore.
I'm still going to sew a few Remorrhaz larvae beneath TH Lain's torso skin, but I'm not AS angry.
it could have been worse. It could have been Ialdabode...
See, that's where you're wrong. On two counts.
1. It could not have been IALDABODE.
2. It could NOT have been Ialdabode.
I'll leave to the reader just what I mean.
I'm going to write my next story myself. It's a Broadway treatment. I've already begun. Here, let me just copy and paste...
TRIP THE LIGHTS ICONIC
A big dance number opens the show. The iconics burst out and shuffle across the stage to some fantastic Jeffrey Bantam choreography. The Iconics begin to sing before the star comes out.
DEVIS:
Well, a hello and a hi-a-lee!
TORDEK:
We're glad you all stopped by-a-lee!
EMBER:
Step up now, don't be shy-a-lee!
ALL:
You are just in time-a-lee for the greatest elf in high-store-ee
no, it ain't time for pie-or-tea or brand new downy dry-er-sheets
IT'S TIME FOR WIZARDS' HIRE-EE TO SING TILL YOU ALL SIGH-WITH-GLEE
IT'S NOT CHER OR GUY-RITCH-IE, IT'S THE ONE AND ONLY, FABULOUS, WONDERFUL, DAZZLING, BEAUTIFUL, MAGNIFICENT, MARVELOUS, AMAZING, REMARKABLE
MI !
A !
LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
It's a work in progress.