>>939510643
Theyβre calling me, Eustace. The logs, theyβre calling me. I can hear them. Canβt you hear them? Theyβre saying, βSlidd, slidd, slidd.β Theyβre begging for it, Eustace. Begging for me to slidd them done my throte. Canβt you hear them? Or are you just a closed-minded old Eustace who canβt hear the sweet siren song of the logs?