Eh???

[taps at his head]

Well, I'm not sure. I don't think we need ALL of them free. That's so many rituals. . .

Oh! Though I do remember a poem my mother used to tell. Or rather, it was a scary story to get us to behave. Uuuhm, how did it go?

"Mother Mother, I'm so brave, Mother Mother don't look so grave
Mother Mother, I've been bad, Mother Mother please stop, it's sad. . ."

Eugh, I can't remember the rest, but I suppose it was something like a prayer? I'm not sure tho.