I...I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think have to agree now. After...all of that, I think we've all had enough weirdness for a lifetime, really.

[He always loved that little shack, and all the imaginative things that came from it, and how it was all made from the heart...but now it just feels like it's filled with lies, with nothing good at any turn, and even the thought most of the attractions made some bile rise to his throat. It just...sounds like it's for the better, really.]

Well, there are still the...the dimensional scissors. If they're all from other dimensions, I'm pretty sure that we could use a bunch of those to help us all see each other.