The Master has a collection. He's sleeping now. He only rises at night. Do you have a question or a request for The Master? Please entrust your missives to Torgo, and I will forward them when he awakes. The Master's mailbox is around here somewhere. The Master does not approve of our site. We mustn't cross The Master. Oh! Too late! The Master summons you to his chambers for a trial by fire! Neither we can resist his call; nor can I assist you any longer! Torgo must flee! Flee! As fast as the knees can carry!