If you give a walrus anything in particular

Take another hand, well done old man! Take another hint, Bob Dylan! Well, why can't we cross this field?

I'll be sore for another.

The war against concrete continues! What a motif! (speell?)

Take another hand, well done old man!

I shall hunt you by placing a cardboard cutout outside your door and sitting on your roof until you die.

My success.

I shall follow this creature until it falls (asleep), then I will wake it up and laugh in its face. IT won't know what it means, but I shall triumph none the less.

Cookies! Baked cookies, she said! BURNT cookies!

Oh lord!

I'll miss it all! I threw it away! I threw it away!

I shall hunt you by placing a cardboard cutout of (?) outside my door and hoping you will come to replace it. Until I die.

My success.

I'll be sore for anteater.

What a motif! Don't be sore, old man!

Alas, so wonderful, and yet...PAIN!

Take another hand, well done old man!

Remix number one: replace cookies with concrete (taken prisoner during war).

Remix number two: listen to music you don't like.

Remix number three: Build a mountain in a road to watch people crash into. It'll make you feel better.

Remix number three: Cry.

Remix number three: Replace a carbboard cuttout with a cookie cutter. Throw it away.

See what I'm driving at now, old man?

Cookies, she said!

I can't afford this!

It would be too wonderful!

See what I'm driving at now, old man?

Remix number four: Why can't we cross this field?

WHY CAN'T W E CROSS THIs FIELD?

I shall hunt you by screaming until you