old muse, rusty beyond belief, homeless forever and ever, amen.

[magnetically]

 Once again, you've decided to drag me along on an adventure of idiocy. How long will your whim last this time? A week? A day? An hour? I had thought the previous encounters we had were enough to make you learn that despite what you'd like to claim, you can no more control me than you can anyone else.

And if you actually manage to keep your focus, I have defeated men far more powerful than you, as you're aware of. Do keep that in mind, especially if the idea of dragging me by a metaphorical leash to whatever game you have in mind appears to be a wonderful idea to you.