The read-haired tilted his head, smirking:

- "Braaadley, when are we ever going to get out of here? I hate this place."

- "Schu, bitch your rare end on!" - Nagi half-whispered, half-yelled, being now fully annoyed. - "You can't do anything about it." The younger boy then bowed politely to the Oracle, half-expecting being scolded for the language.

Brad Crawford simply let out a quiet sigh and rolled his eyes in disdain. He was doomed. The whole world was doomed.