The Great Cthulhu listens to what Thisbe has to say and feels compelled to state his opinion. Turning to those around him he looks into the eyes of those assembled and begins to speak.

Me, I'm just a regular guy. I value my friends and family above all else. Even self. We all need a helping hand along the way. I can't imagine trying to go it alone in this thing of ours. I'm just a little gear in this great big machine. In the end we can look back at our achievements and feel proud. A lifetimes worth of success and glory. That's all nice and and all that, but when you get right down to it, the money, the cars, the houses, the rank....does it mean that much to you? So much that you would turn your back on your Boss or your family and friends when they need you most? Self-preservation is instilled at birth, sure, but there comes a time for all of us when we have to make that choice. We can look at our successes and achievements and feel pride, but even better we can look back on our friends and family and feel love. Enough that we would willingly lay down our own lives to help them in a crisis. Enough that our own sacrifices means nothing to us. It's easy to make money. People walk down the street with it falling out of their pockets. It's a hell of a lot harder to make friends.

Nobody wants to die. I wish we could all prosper and carry on forever. Ain't gonna happen though. Yeah, each of us will take that journey when the time comes. When it does, all that we can ask for is that we leave this world with as much honour as we lived in it.

Who is my number one? There are too many to count. When the time comes and they need my help, they only need ask once.