Wirt: No, we should not ask him for help. Y-You think we should've asked him for help? īeatrice, from atop a branch: Hey. Greg: Well you're slapping yourself, and I'm answering your question, and. A - a bird's brain isn't big enough for cognizant speech. Wirt: I mean, I-I'm just saying, you're, you're weird. I, I mean- Oh my gosh, stop talking to it, Wirt. Wirt: The Beast? We don't know anything about that! W-We're just two lost kids, trying to get home! Woodsman: These woods are no place, for children! Don't you know the Beast is afoot here? Wirt: Calm-calm down, mister! Wh-Whatever you do here is your business! W-W-We just wanna get home with all our legs and arms attached!! Woodsman: What're you doing here?! Explain yourselves!!īeatrice: Aaand I'll see you guys later, bye. Woodsman: Well, welcome to the Unknown, boys. Woodsman: I found this homestead abandoned, and repurposed its mill for my needs. You and your brother should be safe here, while I work. Greg: Candy trail, candy trail, can-dy-trail. Woodsman: Everyone has a torch to burn, and this here's mine. I grind the horrid Edelwood trees into oil, to keep this lantern lit. This is my lot in life, this is my burden. Maybe we should make a break for it, i-if we can. But he must know the woods really well, so we may need to knock him out, first. Except-that might turn out really badly, huh? Yeah, bad, bad plan, eh, forget it, bad plan.
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