“Sebastian: My young master, I assure you that there is no need to worry about the fate of Lady Elizabeth. I assure you, your fiancee will return shortly. After all, if I couldn't bend the laws causality and mortality, then what sort of a butler would I be?

Paula seems to be quite effective as well. I told you she could use those bells as brass knuckles.

Paula: Jingle Jingle Jingle. . .CRUNCH!!

Sebastian: Anyway, I'm off to go check and make sure Grelle's luggage to make sure she hasn't stolen one of the chaos halflings' chainsaws . . . again.

Grelle: Oh, Bassy, you never let me have any fun. . .and least. . .not when you're looking . . . oh, the way you're looking. . .I. . .

Sebastian: Anyway, it shouldn't take me long, though for a grim reaper, she certainly has simply one hell of a lot of luggage.

Grelle: Now, Bassy, how could a RRRRRRRRRRravishing beauty like me not come along with some baggage. The world can be so harsh. That's why I like to paint it RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRed.

Sebastian: Before that, though, I have prepared a 483 page report of each specific error which our team made in the last game. Specifically, nubmer one. . .

Ciel: Sebastian. . .shut up.

Sebastian: Yes . . . my young master.

You see, they're simply one hell of a blood bowl team. (. . .when they don't screw everything up.)”