An occasion this momentous calls for a speech!
Where is that parchment.. I know I put it somewhere around here.. Ah, here it is.
SILENCE!!!
Silence.
[silence]
*AHEM*
'Twas Brillig, and the slithy toves/
Did gyre and GIMBLE in the wabe, all mimsy
were-the-borogoves and-
the MOME RATHS... outgrabe.
Beware the Jabberwock, my son;
THE JAWS THAT BITE, THE CLAWS THAT CATCH!!!!!!
Beware the Jubjub bird and shun
THE FRUUUUUMIOUS BANDERSNATCH!
he took his vorpal
sword in hand
long time the manxome
foe he sought
so rested he
by the tumtum tree
and stood awhile in, um, thought
..And as in uffish thought... he stood,
The Jabberwock, with
EYES OF FLAAAAAAME!!
came *whiffling* through the tulgey wood
and BURBLED as it CAME!
ONE, TWO!
ONE, TWO!
And THROUGH!
And Through the vorpal blade went
SNICKKERR - SNAKK!
He left it dead and with its head
he came gallumphing back.
..and hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
COME to my ARMS, my beamish boy-
O Frabjous day! Callooh Callay!
(He chortled in his joy.)
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogoves
..and the mome raths...
outgrabe.
