"Are you two Roes going to just keep screaming at each other, for bloody hell's sake? I'm trying to DRINK here!
By the Twelve, it's bloody brillig right now, so will you slithy toves go gyre and gimble in someone else's bloody wabe, and take your mimsy borogoves and stick them into your own mome raths and outgrab somewhere else?
Bunch of frumious bandersnatches around here... and you MIGHT understand what I'm saying if you'd stop jabberwocking around!"
By the Twelve, it's bloody brillig right now, so will you slithy toves go gyre and gimble in someone else's bloody wabe, and take your mimsy borogoves and stick them into your own mome raths and outgrab somewhere else?
Bunch of frumious bandersnatches around here... and you MIGHT understand what I'm saying if you'd stop jabberwocking around!"
"But in the laugh there was another voice. A clearer laugh, an ironic laugh. A laugh which laughs because it chooses not to weep."
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