Meat Puppet
is smoother than a Sky Pirate. You know. Balthier. Not Vaan.

Cleo? Lil' ol' Cleo-pat-I'll-sleep-around-with-a-bunch-of-Roman-guys-RA?

A sudden spell of illness has crept upon my while my guard was down. I am unable to battle this night any longer. I am afraid it is up to you now, Reader. Make sure... they don't come. What am I saying? Of course they are going to come. It is your duty, Reader, to keep them away from my remains. I trust you, Reader. I dread to think what may become of us all...

smurf Mark Antony.

The only option available is a gruesome death. Mark Antony did it.

My faith is in your hands.
If i go out tonight, i will be sure to have a good night (few of my friends from back home are coming up), but, if i don't i can keep my money for a party i've been waiting for, for quite some time. What do i do?

Propose to it or something.

Are you dead yet?

Your gender is '...'?.

See Leeza.