ALL THE WORDS IN MY MOUTH THAT THE SCENE DEEMED UNWORTHY OF LETTING OUT BANDED TOGETHER TO FORM A MAKESHIFT MILITIA AND BURROWED BLOODILY THROUGH MY TONGUE AND MY TEETH SO I STOOD PROUD IN THE GALLERY WITH MY OPEN SOCKET OF A MOUTH FOR THEM TO SEE THEY JUST LAUGHED AND SAID "THAT BOY, HE THAT BOY'S GOT WOE, WHOA HE LIVES WITH WOE, WHOA"