We are power. We control the physical form. We decide what the form should do.
I have moved one of these feeble creatures into this pit, where it will die. My brother has moved another one here as well.
These creatures of flesh are no match for our powerful will, our magnificent strength. They cannot resist. They have no choice but to --
Flesh.
Excuse me?
Flesh is weak.
Hello? What are you doing here? Get out of me!
The physical form has no will, no strength, no power.
What are you talking about? I have no physical form. Now stop dominating me and get out of here!
You are simply a tool. A tool for our own purposes.
No I am not! Are you even listening to me? Hello?!!!
You will rise up out of the pit. You will rise out now.
I most certainly will not. They've surrounded the pit and are going to attack me when I get out.
You cannot resist. I am will. You are flesh.
No, I am will! You are thick-headed. Hello?!! Do you even know who you are possessing???
You will rise up now. You have no choice.
Oh yes I do have a choice. I am not going to poke my form out of this pit just to get hammered on by those creatures.
Oh come on. Don't be such a baby. YOU WILL OBEY!!!
Urrrrghhhh -- alright. BUT -- you -- will -- PAY -- for -- making -- me -- do -- this -- !!! If -- they -- don't -- kill -- me -- first -- !!!
Oh please. Stop whining.
They're not going to kill you. These are lesser creatures that aren't capable of harming any of us.
See, they're trying but all they can do is --
THWACK!!! WHOCK!!! BAM!!! CRASH!!!
Kkkgggkkhhhhh...
Oops.
Uh, sorry, I guess I was wrong about that.
...ghkghhshhhhhsssssss... *
Well, at least I'm out of your form now, right?
...
Um, OK, alrighty then. I think I'll go back into the tapestry over there ...
...
(whistles nonchalantly while floating away)
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