Ewige mutters darkly 'would be funny if spells cast on people caused cancer.'
Ewige mutters darkly 'so the more yer protted, the faster you end up dyin
anyway.'
Ewige mutters darkly 'then the tarms could get a spell.'
Ewige mutters darkly 'that would move all the cancer to one limb.'
Ewige mutters darkly 'then you'd cut off that lim.'
Ewige mutters darkly '+b.'
Ewige mutters darkly 'and replace it with a cybernetic one.'
Ewige mutters darkly 'and you could keep playin till you were 100% android
instead of cyborg.'
Ewige mutters darkly 'then you'd lose control.'
Ewige mutters darkly 'and rampge all over town killin stuffs.'

OK.