becky
silentbob
you
make
me
really
tired
tired
of
fighting
the
urges
to
sculpt
you
out
of
clay
"
oh
bobby
,
you
shouldn't
fight
such
desires
.
you
should
follow
your
instincts
and
your
burning
passions"
and
let
the
clay
fly
with
reckless abandon
fly
so
that
it
hits
walls
and
makes
little
'
splat
splat'
sounds
and
a
crude
profile
of
your
face
drips
down
the
wall
and
it's
wet
and
elongating
as
it
slides viscously downward,
little
bits
of
forehead
and
eyeball
and
cheek smearing
everywhere
but
the
iris
of
your
eye
is
recreated perfectly
and
its
gaze
cuts
like
a
blade
but
only
one
eye
,
because
the
other
has
been
smeared
over
by
the
huge
eyebrow
that
fell
over
it
.
an
ungrateful
eyebrow
an
ungrateful
face
with
a
hungered
inconsequential
expression
that's
slyly sinister,
but
shows
no
trace
of
it
except
in
that
iris
....
you
say
, "
bobby
,
you
have
made
me
want
to
dream
about
goopy eyebrows,
so
i
believe
i
shall
go
to
that
"
i
good
you
bid
evening
"
i
shall,
maybe
i'll
sculpt
your
bust
out
of
jello
in
my
dreams
"
i
am
rather
busty
040803
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from
