"I'm Molly." Molly spun and then bowed. Then something truely horribly occured. Something not to be endured by any sane being. "While sailing a round the ocean,While sailing a round the sea, I'd think of handsome Molly,Wherever she might be." Molly sang. It was akin to cats being tortured by rocking chairs, the sound of nails on a chalkboard WHILE metal scraped on metal. With all her Irish soul, Molly adored music. She couldn't sing to save her soul. No... perhaps her singing would send the devil running in another direction.... screaming.
"Some rules you can skip past, others you can't. Today I have to wait. Not long now. Soon I'll be diving with the seal pup."