Who makes the knock of my door? I sit, alive, inside, and washing the sky with daisies...and here, I hear the knock! Who dares awaken the Lord?
<creaking door>
Why? Why?! It's you! The Lefty! Was it Hemlock? Why, yes it was. How are you Hemlock. I'm quite awake now, and the sky has never looked quite so floral, do you agree? So what do you need? Scissors? A bathrobe? Let me know, I need to attend to my daisies. And what a curious feline. A furious furry lizard, I s'pose. What a neat idea, and Hemlock, what is it you want?
