[ Fox Woman's lips curl into a satisfied smirk, and she begins the task of dealing a hand of cards face-down for both of them. her goonie returns to his spot behind her chair at the table; Abel is crawling on hands and knees toward Dokja's...

before his hands clutch into the fabric of Dokja's sleeve, nearly pulling him right off the table. once he's leaned over, the priest is hissing a harsh whisper into the other man's ear, ]

So help me on the name of the Good Lord, if you do not save my liver after putting me through this unholy mess, Mr. Dokja...? I WILL haunt you as a ghost that's sole purpose on Horos is to make your life one unending, miserable HELL. I will sing the lyrics to Britney Spears' Toxic - which I have memorized - in a high-pitched whine all day, every single hour. Every day for the rest of your wretched, damnedable life. All through the night as you gaze upon a moon in a starry sky seeking solace. Every quiet moment in which you seek peace and balance-- I will crone a miserable symphony that drives you to utter madness. You will never know peace. Never.