"Then if you are not a dragon, what are you sir?" Alice's voice cutting calmly through the rage of the beasts rant, drawing it's attention away from the abused rabbit. maybe she can buy time by talking in things it prefers, something to relax it till she may ask favors.

"Skin of toad, spidery frame, eyes of fire, and burbling as I came. Aha.hah..haaahaha..ah-ah-ah.." The laugh was half choking like dust in a throat.

"you...are the jabberwocky then."

"Once from the tolgie woods.."

"I remember that poem, my mother read it to me. But tell me then sir jabberwocky, why do you hate the dragons so? Everyone else here seems to adore them, they do appear quite beautiful at times.", the head of the beast dropped down, turning to Alice, it approaches on all fours, walking on elongated knuckles like a twisted, emaciated ape.

"Scale and stink, stink and bones, no purpose in life, but fuck and moans. the smell is too much to bare.."

"The smell? surely not, I have been among them.. under unfortunate curcomstances, but they did not smell to me. they seemed to have kept quite clean I might say."

"ITS THEIR THOUGHTS THAT REEK, NOT THEIR FLESH! mINDS LIKE WADING THROUGH SEWERS OF FORNICATION, FILLED FULL OF FUCK STINK AND MIND SHIT. They've poisoned themselves, polluted minds full of faulse fantasies and joyful dreams that have turned to rot and rancid semen of the will. Their emotions are NOTHING but PUSS filled sores made of urges instead of wisdom!"

"I..see. I have not been around them much, to know. but they did seem rather..Hedonistic."

"They whore their minds and pimp their thought to decadence and and his child, emotional Rot."
"Then they live as hedonists then?"
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