Tee-hee! Sometimes, very, very rarely, even I have a good idea.
So, what shall we go do now?
Everybody is already dead! Dropped like flies on the spot! Kefka thought as he kept wandering around Paris, annoyed that most of the population had been wiped out.
"Death is the only thing in the universe that really matters... who would have the audacity to deliver it so swiftly?! That's not the way to do it!
Death must be drawn out, each dying breath cherished..."