You're making me nervous. I can't think of anything for most of them.
Keep in mind I did not feel very confident in any of the first three rounds and I did well. So my confidence could be an omen that I'm going to do badly
Hail and Glory to the Lord of Gluttony, Prince of Seraphim, and one of the Seven Princes of Hell.
Accept my blood as your drink, O Beelzebub, and offer me the food of knowledge from your fat cell.
Hail and Glory to the Lord of Gluttony, Prince of Seraphim, and one of the Seven Princes of Hell.
Accept my blood as your drink, O Beelzebub, and offer me the food of knowledge from your fat cell.