>>939510643
They’re calling me, Eustace. The logs, they’re calling me. I can hear them. Can’t you hear them? They’re saying, ‘Slidd, slidd, slidd.’ They’re begging for it, Eustace. Begging for me to slidd them done my throte. Can’t you hear them? Or are you just a closed-minded old Eustace who can’t hear the sweet siren song of the logs?