Killthulu: -he looked at the gigantic wall of water- ... Someone who can do that obviously has had a lotta practice... -he sits back on the rocks nearby and plays his guitar- ♪As the high noon bell rung, was the hero outdone? The thunder sounding in the air, it gave everyone a scare, as the hero had won, a scrape across his shin, he rode on his steed... And was gone with the wind. ♪