[b][center]Ninja Janitor[/b][/center]

After a few brief moments of sharpie squeaking noises, a sign fell down from the ceiling, slowly turning for both Aram and Key to see. Sadly, for the Ninja Janitor's usual modus operandi of attaching a gift, she didn't had time. The constant damage was keeping her busy.

"Does he think speaking in easily deciphered riddles, obvious doublespeak, and poorly crafted parables makes him look smart? He's an overpowered moron with no sense of grace or propriety. :("

More squeaking. Another sign.

"The Bearer of my Bearer,
A soul long passed,
Still glows brighter,
Through the Riddle's Glass."

[hider=solution]Or, in other words, My Grandmother could riddle better than that, and she's dead.[/hider]