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| - Did gyre and gimble in the wabe All mimsy were the borogroves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
* Lose something?
* Oh, that's...quite all right. One moment please. [two eyes drop down on top of the mouth and the full cat form appears] Second chorus. [singing] 'Twas brilig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
* A Cheshire Cat. [starts to disappear] All mimsy were the borogroves...
* [reappears] There you are! Third chorus...
* Well that depends on where you ought to get to.
* Then it really doesn't matter which way you go. Oh by the way, if you'd really like to know, he went that way.
* The White Rabbit.
* He did what?
* Who did?
* What rabbit?
* Can you stand on your head? If I were looking for a white rabbit, I'd ask the Mad Hatter.
* Or, there's the March Hare, in that direction.
* Of course, he's mad, too.
* Oh, you can't help that. Most everyone's mad here. [laughs maniacally and begins to disappear] You may have noticed that I'm not all there myself.
* Whom did you expect? The White Rabbit perchance?
* Naturally. That's because you have no way. All ways here, you see, are the QUEEN'S WAYS!!
* You haven't? You haven't?! Oh, but you must! She'll be mad about you. Simply mad.[chuckles, then rolls over and almost disappears] The mome raths outgrabe...
* Well, some go this way, and some go that way. But as for me, myself, personally, I prefer the short-cut.
* You know? We could make her really angry! Shall we try?
* Oh, but it's loads of fun!
* [appears suddenly] Well, she simply said you're a fat, pompous, bad-tempered old tyrant! [disappears laughing]
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