I KNOW THINGS.

Secret things, that this slug is unaware of.Troublesome things that captain shared with me on our flight...

...To atomize EUREKA.

Three hundred billion voices still sing in my cranium.

They ask me to stop. But I know better.I know that they are all just dust now,And what has been done cannot be retracted.Silly toasters. It's not my fault. They shouldn't have put on their blue tiaras that day.

I had a blue tiara once. It made me see things.

Things that weren't there. Names and lists, pictograms and flip-flops of all sorts...

I think I could somehow read them back then and follow their instructions, but now they seem like extra-unwashed lies.And most grotesque lies they were indeed, for Captain has told me so.

One day, an villainous pineapple broke my tiara.

I still carry a piece of it in my pocket, as a reminder.

It crackles with a voice of metal, sharing tales of a distant sky-palace.

It wants me to visit this place of wonders,But I know better...

For even though my tiara would provide me a ticket,It is a one way trip without a return policy.

"Snippy, why won't you just believe?"

I asks hims.

"Okay, okay. I believe," Snippy crapes. "Let me go now!"

But my right eye of judgment tells me he still [NOT] truly believes with his heart of hearts.

His lies are like moist pancakes to my refined senses.

...What will it take to convert this mop honestly to our Lady and Savior?