Super Ultra Entry Number 11 I think!
*sigh*
Nan...
I don't know why, but I'm starting to miss having her around.
Her funny hair... Her big weapon... That commanding voice... The way she used to glare at me, and call me useless, and say I'd never amount to anything, and beat me up, and make fun of my sword, and almost cut my head off, and say that I had bad naming skills, and step on my head whenever I passed out from exhaustion, and replace my pillow with a Mimic, and fill my bag with rabid Polwigles, and hang me from the ceiling by my hair...
...
...Okay, maybe I don't miss her as much as I thought.