Into the hole again, we hurried along our way, into a once-glorious garden now seeped in dark decay.

Mange-ridden to the core, he leads me through the fray. With the toss of a Jackbomb, I clear abominations from our way.

They taunt me about the burning as if I were to blame, I clear them from my conscious with the eloquence of my blade.

If it's my keen invention you'd like to destroy, I'll withstand your best shot; I've got the right toy.

Everyone I love dies violently; unnaturally. I'm cursed! Why go on? I'll just hurt others.

Save myself from death, is that it? Is that why I've come here? I'm not afraid to die! At times I've welcomed death.

"Mushrooms, poppies, sugar and spice, all those things are very nice. When combined, the proper mixture makes a getting small elixir." Hm. I don't really like sweets.

Promise only what you are prepared to deliver. I am destined to do battle with the Red Queen. The outcome is uncertain.

How many times must I tell you? I only take tea with friends!

If ignorance is bliss, I must be ecstatic.