The not so fabulous Rake looked up from his latest meal. "OH HELLO THERE."
"JUST ASK ANYTHING. I DON'T CARE. BUT IF ANYONE SAYS SOMETHING ABOUT FABULOUSNESS-" the Rake pauses. He doesn't continue his sentence and just runs off into the nearby woods. You know the deal, he'll kill you if you do ask about fabulousness.
(( Go ahead and ask away. I don't bite. Only the Rake does. Now go ahead. You may ask anything but being fabulous. That's it. I'm the only fabulous one here. Now, ask away. My people need me. -flies off into the sunset- ))
