The Final Question

[Thaal Sinestro]

Grobdum’s tyrade was once again stymied by a casual interjection of logic. “Wot’s a Prime?” he blurted, “Is dey da ones dat got da good magic?”

He contemplated for a moment, looking around to all of his allies and companions, but they were either too caught up in their own thoughts or confounded to offer any assistance. “Sod it, just do da ting!” he wrung his hands together, “If I’m gonna figure out wot I’m s’posed ta do, I gots ta get out dis bloody cloud and get back ta choppin’!”

His beady eyes darted up to the throne, “Right? I should be choppin’?”