Alas Poor O'Brien, ye who come from Octavia, a woman who shares your fetish with Octopuses, the cousin of the infamous Doctor Octopus, ye who worked with the hunters, the hunters after our very dainty Daisy's dazzling diaphragm, ye are thankful that ye disappear into the great abyss of time itself.
Alas Poor O'Brien, ye who work with a man who thought it would be wise to be able to turn into a squirrel instead of a dragon, ye who would work with a man who thought it would be wise to be able to turn into a sparrow instead a phoenix, ye who would work with a man who thought it would be wise to be able to turn into a deer instead of a great demon, we are thankful that we never had to work with you.
Alas Poor O'Brien it was you who dropped the letter about Octavia, Alas Poor O'Brien it was you who first told us about Daisy and her assassins and the great questions about her lineage and her rune, Alas Poor O'Brien, it was you who told us of yet another great threat to our lives via your Octopus Powers and made our lives a challenge at those ruins long ago. Alas Poor O'Brien, you win at the end.
For your contributions make us remember you despite your smell, your presence, your appearance and your tongue. It is because of you that we will triumph over Octavia and further save this land of Harmonia from its numerous ills. You have helped us bring the destined land that we all seek, bring this crumbling facade of an empire to its ending.
And thus you force us to remember you. Have your peace, old enemy, for you have won. Alas Poor O'Brien, we shall not forget you. Alas Poor O'Brien, we have made you eternal.

(Harold PS: We couldn't be bother to actually find an appearance of O'Brien, since he's so poor, so we found this picture of this random guy instead. It's close enough!
