Chapter Three
The Lexx knew something strange was going on within its walls. Some strange
being not detectable as a warm organism was slithering over its insides and
feeding off of its neurons. Lexx could feel its mind begin to suffer as the
sharp fangs of the slithering creature ripped and tore through its brain
leaving holes and gaps that no man could fix. Lexx missed Stanley. He could
make things right. He would understand. But, who was this Stanley? Lexx at
first remembered but, the bits and pieces of its brain were being digested
and the memories of Stanley, if there even was a Stanley, were slowly
drifting away. Lexx sighed and began quietly to sing. Stanley Tweedle,
Weedle, Deedle De. What a silly song, Lexx thought to itself. What a
strange thing to think of now. Maybe Stanley would know the meaning of the
song. But, who was this Stanley? Tweedle, weedle, deedle de Lexx began
again as the slithering things continued their feast.
