I hear you conspired with Ranni the Witch.
I understand. The need for puppet gush is strong. Do you think I've not felt it?
In my quest to be all knowing, I too have known the draw to the blue cunny.
With 'er four arms, think of all the things that she could do to it - your tarnished tackle.
And then, imagine ten more.
Just tell me this:
When she was miniature and in your grasp, did ye... stick 'er in a jar?
And did ye... fill that jar with your tarnished seed?
I'd do the same, if given the chance.
Be on your way then. To the capital.