[he looks over to Brother Lance on that one. he's a man of the cloth, he should know whether or not this is moral; killing a bunch of enchanted plants that probably aren't really sentient isn't an act of killing, right?
Brother Lance looks back, pointing up at the high rise as they continue to cheerfully screech in compliments of their Goddess, Chauntea.
this is a moral conundrum.]
Maybe we can get them to at least sing on the same key? And if that doesn't work, herbicide! Floricide? Whatever!
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[he looks over to Brother Lance on that one. he's a man of the cloth, he should know whether or not this is moral; killing a bunch of enchanted plants that probably aren't really sentient isn't an act of killing, right?
Brother Lance looks back, pointing up at the high rise as they continue to cheerfully screech in compliments of their Goddess, Chauntea.
this is a moral conundrum.]
Maybe we can get them to at least sing on the same key? And if that doesn't work, herbicide! Floricide? Whatever!