In which the Wordle Friends forget to mention that it's the first night of Hanukkah and instead talk about orbs for some reason.
Do you take this Wordle Friend to be your lawfully binded ally/adversary, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness...
Having sprung forward, the Wordle Friends are mazed and splenetic but must attempt to solve the puzzle regardless.
Like Virgil leading Dante up mount Purgatorio, the Wordle Friends must pay the price of time, wretched time, oh endless, wretched time, to solve...