"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?"
"Ha! *hello daughter* is that all you have to say to me?"
"No, nuh-uh, you don't get to *Mazy* me and just expect me to--to, what, exactly?"
"I just want you to listen, daughter."
"Right? Listen? Ha! Okay, please, enlighten me--enlighten the fuck out of me, cause clearly, it's fine that all of a sudden you're back and--and what now? Huh?"
"I don't expect you to understand-- I, too, do not have all the answers, daughter."
"No shit, Sherlock!"
"Mazikeen Rot! Daughter of mine--a little respect, if you wouldn't mind."
"Care to toss a coin to your ferryman, dear?"
"Charon--I um, I'm looking for someone."
"Passage requires payment, up front, if you would not mind."
"Ugh fine, fine, fuck. Here-- would this do?"
"Ha! Look at this-- I haven't seen this stone in over a millennia. Yes, this will do."
"I get it back, though right?"
"Payment for passage is non-refundable, dear."
"Ugh. Let's just go. Please, I need to talk to him."
"Where would you like to go, dear? Lethe? Acheron? Phlegethon? Or perhaps a trip down to Cocytus?"
"To Acheron, please."
"Ah. Well, I hope you enjoy the sights, it will be a long boat ride there."
"I have no problem with pain, Charon, I am the Queen of Hell."