I didn’t know what had my hand, but that’s when all my troubles began.
I don’t understand you…
The boogey man?
Incubus or succubus?
Was it a giant? Maybe?
Closely examine the thing that is holding your hand. Is it greenish and hairless with a knobby back? Small eyes and very big mouth? Four short legs and a long thick tail?
If so, it might be an alligator or crocodile. If that’s the case, it may try to drag you toward a nearby body of water. I suggest -in the strongest terms possible- that you not allow it to do so.
Get out of my head!
Just a few minutes ago, I was humming, “Please pass the milk, please.”
I don’t understand you . . .
I thought you were Dale.
It sounds slightly Seussian to me.
I heard a sound, I turned around, I turned around to find the thing that made the sound.
Which leads me to…
Turn around, turn around, there’s a thing there that can be found. Turn around, turn around, it’s a human skull on the ground! Human skull. On the ground. Turn around!
What’s that blue thing doing here?
Still recovering from being refracted into a free-standing prism.
That was you? Sorry.
I’m having a heart attack!
No way I’m turning around! I’m heading for the hills! Running flat out, not looking back and tripping.
I walk along darkened corridors.