DEBBIE: What are you afraid of, you little prick? Are you afraid of me?

WISE OLD BIRD: I’m not afraid of you.

DEBBIE: You’re not afraid of me. That is true. You are not telling a lie. (pause) Look at you, bitch! Look at you all over! Step back and look in the water and take a look at yourself!

WISE OLD BIRD: I…

DEBBIE: You’re disgusting! You’re trembling with fear.

WISE OLD BIRD: I…

DEBBIE: You realize something, don’t you. You realize that you have The Fear.

WISE OLD BIRD: I don’t have The Fear…

DEBBIE: Oh, oh, oh, I think you DO! I think The Fear has been growing inside you for decades and now it is a full grown fetus inside your unwashed cunt! You really make me sick. People with The Fear make me sick.

WISE OLD BIRD: I’m just… careful. I’m careful.

DEBBIE: Careful people have The Fear! Life is about spending your few decades as a person scraping and scrounging and being scrappy and soaking up life’s nectar. Do you soak up life’s nectar, dicklet?

WISE OLD BIRD: I…

DEBBIE: Careful is good! Mommy says careful is good! That’s what Mommy says, right? You heard Mommy say that? Well, listen to this, and listen to it well — everything Mommy says is wrong! She’s wrong!

WISE OLD BIRD: Please just leave me alone.

DEBBIE: Oh, I am leaving you alone! You’re alone. You’re the alonest people in Ceramic County.

WISE OLD BIRD: I’m leaving now.

DEBBIE: Leave! Soon The Fear will rot you out and you’ll be a carcass in the tall grass!

6:13 pm  •  11 June 2012  •  24 notes