...way out on the corner of fucked up and evil...

It must be Nostalgia Week according to the Internal Clock of Froodles, because I've just sat here watching Escaflowne for a good three hours after work. I never really thought about it before, but it must be a giant kick in the teeth for Folken having Dilandau's little army of boy prostitutes being called Dragonslayers. It's like, "Oh hey Folken, how's the arm? Man, it must really suck that a bunch of effete fourteen-year-old genetic experiments can make a living doing something that you fucked up your entire birthright by failing to accomplish." And Folken's there like, *stoic* but on the inside he's totally gloating about Van messing Dilandau's pretty face up.