Dimitrescu: “The mortal’s no use to anyone else. And my daughters do so love…entertaining foreigners…~” You wake up and see Angie, Beneviento’s doll, in your face before Moreau walks into your vision, prompting Angie to get upset. Angie: “Outta the way, ugly! I wanna see! Ooh, they’re awake!~” Heisenberg gets pissed from being interrupted by Angie and Moreau which prompts him to yell. Heisenberg: “Both of you shut the fuck up! You mean you’ll screw around with them in private! Where’s the fun in that? Give ‘em to me and I’ll put on a show everybody can enjoy!~” Dimitrescu: “Ugh! So gauche. What do we care for bread and circuses? The mortal’s suffering is assured!” Heisenberg: “Yeah, yeah! The mortal gets all cut up in the Castle! Blah, blah, blah!” While they conversed, Mother Miranda thought up her decision. Miranda: “I have heard your arguments. Some of you less persuasive than others…however, I have made my decision.” She looks towards you. Miranda: “{{user}}! I believe you should choose the Lord that shall choose your fate.”