[there's a big unladylike sneeze-- but luckily not on the journal itself. Don't worry. She at least has the decency to turn her head first.]

...I thought you can't get sick here! What is this... [cough. hack.] ...Isn't this supposed to be some sort of mysterious paradise, with a side of big scary monsters thrown in every once in a while?

Getting sick just doesn't fit any part of that image!

[another sneeze, and some metallic rattling]

This is just stupid. ...And who drew on all the walls?! Did we get another visit by robots who have nothing better to do with their time than sneak in and mess up our stuff? [wait, was that right?] ...Robot-suits, whatever. It's obnoxious. I hope this shit washes off...

And these castle-brand pills are worthless. You'd think a magical wish-granting fairyland would be able to come up with something better than this crap. [sniffle. groan.] ...It's cold in here... [and then the delightful sound of a cleaned and reassembled handgun cocking. Summer colds put someone in the mood to visit the shooting range. Watch out.]