WOMAN: Mmm. Wall. Yum.

(She presses her face against it.)

WOMAN: (Whispering) Hnnnng. Stony. So stony. Big rock guy. Yeah.

(She starts slobbering on the stones.)

WOMAN: Slurp. Mmm. Tasty prayers. Salty. Gimme your oldness. Slurp slurp.

(She tries to stuff a note into a crack with her tongue.)

WOMAN: Mmmph. Paper. For you. It says "I heart wall." Glurk.

(She starts rubbing her body against it like a cat.)

WOMAN: Oh yeah. Scratch my back, you big rocky... thing. So rough. So... wall-y. Hnnngh. I'm... I'm connecting. Slurp.

(She makes a series of wet, guttural sounds.)

WOMAN: Glerb. Blorf. Schlorp.

(Finally, she staggers back, panting. Her face is covered in dust and saliva.)

WOMAN: (Burps) A-men.