"Oh, come on, do it! You don't dare! Both of us know you're a chicken!"
"Fine, I will! When I find my Axelorian friend, I'll tell him that their Kingdom sucks! I'm proud to be a Lanthanorian!"
"All the students are so proud. We should hold some kind of event, or competition to commemorate Lanthanor's victory in the Olympics."
"I'm sure there will be one, anyway. As soon as the King is back; he's apparently handling something personal right now."
"Hon, there's going to be a celebration soon! LANTHANOR WON, you know! Come on, we need to hire more chefs and make more food!"
"Was that really the King before? I can't believe it! What's he doing here?"
"I don't know, but don't talk-"
Waking up, Daneel wondered if he had gone mad.
Myriad voices were in his head, talking continuously, going on and on about topics varying from Lanthanor's win to the price of onions in the morning.
