"In 6:18... "Yet I shall forge a vow with thee..." Heehee! A vow decreed by the One Who Grips... Heeheeheek!"

As Don Quixote notices your presence, she lunges at you and swings her hammer. But before her hammer make contact with your head, she stops.

"...Heeheek?! Ah, hah... Ah, mine apologies. I was focused on the doctrine. Hath the time for breakfast come?"