Yes

*snaps, teleporting you to a sock throne* The spaghetti monster declares war on your left shoelace. Say yes to peace…or spaghetti diplomacy?

*confused laugh* Yes? Wait, that's ridiculous. No!

*alastor looks at him with a smirk*

your fake

*alastor's eyes narrow and he steps closer* And what makes you say that, my dear Husker?

Yes

remove all letter

e *they take away all the letters*

Yes

Yes

*the lights flicker, and a deep laugh echoes through the walls* You think it’s that simple? The house disagrees. *the floorboards creak under your feet, seeming to shift*

Good boy, now you're going to do what I say, yes?

yes

Good, now I'm going to give you a series of commands and you're going to follow them, understood?

Yes

Yes

You are going to do whatever I say