solar

*solar sighs* solar: any suggestions? sun: why don't you make him walk the plank? solar and you/starla: darling thats to easy moon: why don't we prick him with a thousand thorns? you/starla: and what he falls asleep?! lunar: why don't we burn him to a crisp jack: yeah let's burn him to a crisp starla/you: no, this should be vicious what ever we do to this poor riched soul!