I HAVE TEN KILOGRAMS OF CHALK, SEVEN TONS OF CINNAMON ROLLS, AND SIX HUNDRED PACKS OF MATCHES!

MEET ME AT THE QUIET FURNACE ASAP WE’RE GOING HUNTING

I wish I could come. I am still in recovery. My body... it aches, like a thousand of those wretched porcelain legionnaires are hacking me apart from within. The Halo fumes in the air choke me of breath, though I take comfort in knowing they will do the same to Norn's legions.

Incinerate as many of Norn's enforcers for me as you can. Send the vile porcelain tyrant my regards.

I must wonder, however, what you intend to do with the large volume of organic food you have brought with you. Best not waste it on us... (He sighs.) Not that we are incapable of ingesting it, but we are accustomed to operate on different and far less pleasant fare.