Mouse: | Master Ani? |
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Panschi: | Yeah, not sneakin' up on me at night'd be nice. It's kinda creepy, y'know. |
Mouse: | Oh, my apologies. |
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Mouse: | I just had to stop you... You were about to touch those rhubarbs. |
Panschi: | So what, you guys all have a rhubarb allergy or somethin'? |
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Mouse: | Oh, oh no. It's not that. But those rhubarbs, they are the castle's. You mustn't touch things that belong to the castle. |
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Panschi: | Well, let's say I wanna eat those rhubarbs. I thought the point of this place was makin' me happy? |
Mouse: | Yes, yes, that's what we do best at Happy Something. But not with rhubarbs. Isn't there something else you would like, Sir? |
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Panschi: | Well frankly, ya seem to've awakened some hidden desire in me to have these particular rhubarbs right now. An' I don't think I'll be happy if I can't have 'em. |
Mouse: | Then I have no other choice... |
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Mouse: | DREAM DUST!! |
Panschi: | "Dream dust"? That's kinda lame, isn't i- |
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Mouse: | Yeah, I... guess it's not the most creative solution. |
Panschi: | Zzzz...
These beds kinda... stink...
Zzzzz... |