Well, she's aight, just waitin' for you to win the game, yo. All's we gotta do is beat the Composer's face inta tha' ground, and everyone'll be back.

...but I guess you don't remember everythin' that happened 'tween the first week and now, huh? That blows, man, 'cause I ain't got the brains to tell you everythin'.

What the hell's this Sieben thing anyway? I got some bird-dude teling me there's giant owls and a big ass horn sittin' on my head.