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realityshifted2008-08-06 12:54 am
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04 - Troll Cat
[He appears on the plane, rail-thin, hair matted and scorched. He takes a few steps, seems to fall asleep on his feet, sway, startle awake and stagger forward again. He's mumbling to himself all the while.]
Our blood is a book. But what... But what if....?
[He manages a few more steps.] Our blood... [And he topples over.]
Our blood is a book. But what... But what if....?
[He manages a few more steps.] Our blood... [And he topples over.]

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Pertelot... The wires... Wait for me, Pertelot....
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Can't stop... Need... what if...
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Kittens... Have to... the kittens...
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[Will be crouching down beside him now, checking for injuries.]
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The kittens...
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You're not injured. But you need rest--and probably food. [Pauses thoughtfully.] I sort of own a cat. What do you like to eat?
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Pertelot... I need to...
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But what if... But what if I'm a father?
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