— It needs to be purified by someone with evaporating skills, or it will fester and putrefy.
— I'd rather you didn't. I'll be fine as soon as I wake up.
— At least let me bind it for you. What do you call yourself?
— Alice.
— The Alice?
— There's been some debate about that.
— I never get involved in politics. You'd best be on your way.
— What way? All I want to do is wake up from this dream.
Six impossible things. Count them, Alice. One, there's a potion that can make you shrink. Two, and a cake that can make you grow. So, my old foe, we meet on the battlefield once again. We've never met. Not you, insignificant bearer. My ancient enemy, the Vorpal one. That's enough chatter. Three, animals can talk. Four, Alice, cats can disappear. Five, there's a place called Wonderland. Six, I can slay the Jabberwocky.
— Where's your corset? And no stockings.
— I'm against them.
— But you're not properly dressed.
— Who's to say what is proper? What if it was agreed that "proper" was wearing a codfish on your head? Would you wear it?
— Alice.
— Ugly little sister. Why do they adore her and not me?
— I cannot fathom it.
You're not rescuing anyone being the size of a gerbil.
Why is it you're always too small or too tall?
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