I clearly see you a tapeworm, but not a cobra, not a cobra at all...no good at the flute! (...) I'll go applaud you when you finally become a true monster, when you'll have paid them, the witches, what you have to, their price, so they transmute you, blossom you, into a true phenomenon. Into a tapeworm that plays the flute. (To the Fidgeting Lunatic)