“Ah, for never was a story of more woe than this of the Mock Turtle’s status quo.”
Impressed, hmmm? I, in my infinite despair, have resorted to poetry to pass the time. You children, blessed with youthful hope,
have too much energy. An old thing like myself doesn't have quite as much motivation as I did in the good days... When I was a real
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Why, once I hid so many things! Long ago, when the Lobster-Quadrille was popular, when that sad snail would not, could not, would not, could not join the dance. Do you know that dance? All young ruffians ought to dance it at least once.
If you dance it once a day, you can put off being some mock-thing, like myself. O, woe to me! If only I had some one, anyone give me that advice!
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Where are you from? mock-land?
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You're...the Mock Turtle? And you were only just born?
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O, what a depressing Mock World we live in. If I had never been born at all, I would never have to face such Mock Pain!
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That's really depressing. It can't all be that bad, right? But, I wonder. Are you talking about the next event? Does that mean the next event will be a bad one?
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Tsk, tsk.
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A Mock chap, that it. O, woefulest of days! No shoes for my fins, no class for the Mock Turtle!
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[Hey, he wears geta. No polish needed!]
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