"Why don't you dance anymore, Alice?"

"Because somebody cut my feet off."

"No they didn't, silly, look! They're still right there!"

"Yes, they did. They cut my legs off. At the top of my stockings. Under my garters. Sccccchlkk! It's magic."

"You're dreaming again aren't you."

"...I lost my shoes."

"I'll sew you some more!"

"NO."

"But why?"

"Shut up."

"Hey...hey, look! Look! There's a little cat-tee-pill-aaaar here! Isn't he cute?"

"You should kill him."

"Huh?"

"Squish him. Cut him in half. Cut his head off, like a snake, a little below the head, mind. Or he might still wriggle and be able to bite your fingers and toes off."

"EW! Why are you being so mean?!"

"Because smoking kills, and talking to caterpillars messes with your head."

"...huh? Oh boy, look, a little white bunny!"

"Oh, for fuck's SAKE."