Shall I tell you the story, ok, ok. Shall I tell you a dream: how sad, it may—
Break into apples and glitters galore. I'll end up married and bare foot before you hit the floor. I'll die and be sucked dry. You'll see me rise one more time. And happily ever after shall be our next sunrise. We'll have dead babies who'll go to the zoo. We'll blow up this plot, but who cares—
We knew as we roll in the money of zombies for books. We'll go to the theater and add to our hooks. Say! Hey floozies, you candies, you pets, and sheep: How could you eat up this crap like little Bo Peeps!!