Great badness came in the night when it could not be seen as badness ever does. It creates a night if the sun is shining. It needs darkness to procreate itself, it cannot be judged. Badness may not judge itself or it would perish of its own perishing. But it came in the dark and attached, and now it is here. Because it is dark it cannot be seen, but it can be felt. I feel this badness, as it contrasts to me as I am good to me. I judge and I am – and this badness is not me, yet it is – there is only one incentive here. Badness mut be eliminated, so I have to identify it. What makes me feel that it is bad? In the first place, it causes weakness. It stings but mildly, it only makes its presence known. Talk to me, badness!
-Njuk Njuk – haargl I joy gllibber inside thiss…. truth I eat it like all chaos is me, me not brrrr – glabberglap rrr I ride with you until you succumb then I am no more I am your deminse ehh eheheh gllll gllubberglup dee dee deed! robbel now I hide.
So it has spoken, I can let it speak this badness… the power I have is unlimited. But my knowledge of it is not.