Emoish: Give heart, Lady Lacerate, for anyone who can counter a warlock’s contract is either sent to The Nether in ashes… or given a waived application.

Emoish: Of Silvermoon origin, our roster requisites are casual vindication upon casual vanity. He had heart, but not “The Bae.”

Emoish: Page six, section six, paragraph six, “The ‘Bae’ word’s worth, is a combination of the qualifiers, ‘cute’ and ‘petit.’” Gnomes, by diabolical duplicity, qualify these qualifiers and alas, Millhouse.