"Honestly, Gerald, my experience this evening has been rather hellish," Josephine replied frankly. "Now, you might be saying to yourself, 'of course, Josephine, you strode into Hell', and I must admit I couldn't find fault with that thought. After all, what could be more torturous than being trapped in conversation with a horde of dullards? Certainly, I have a hard time imagining anything quite as bad. At least agony or terror has some measure of excitement to it. Boredom, however, is all consuming. It is insidious, pervasive, and cancerous, eating away at our very beings like rot upon flesh. Indeed, for beings such as us, that experience existence in brief snippets sprinkled liberally across the centuries, boredom is our true enemy. Thus, I am quite glad to see you. Perhaps you can relieve us of our boredom."