ENTRANCE PASSAGE

Hello friend, I am Hee, Jr., son of honorable Mr. Hee. You like yam yam? Smoke of dreams? You are in the right place. I take you there now. This is your last chance. No regrets allowed.

Just follow me down little hall. Just on the other side is Library, but you can't get there from here. Only one place go from here. Hehehehehe.

Watch your step. Hehehehehehehe.

Licketty old steps. Nasty fall. Hehehehehehe.

Okay, right through door, friend. Father take care of you once you inside.

Oh, and don't think we don't know way you curse us, call us dirty zipperhead gooky chink men when you outside. It's okay. We no care. Hehehehehe.

Go ahead now. Nothing to fear. I got to run and put you soul in the pretty orange jar on mantle.

See you tomorrow. Same time I'm sure. Hehehehehehehe

Just open door Mista Hotshot.

INTO THE DEN ...the world is a circle without a beginning and nobody...
Hee! Hee! My lamps's gone out!

...nobody understands...
A thou - sand points.........of light burning from.....bright and shiny....
Why is it so quiet in here?
We have it much better in here than they have it out there with our lamps and our blankets and our pipes and our lamps and our cubicles and our lamps and Mr. Hee I need just a little more tonight because we are celebrating - some guy in a Mercedes rear ended me this afternoon.
Congratulations friend. I would like to celebrate some with you too!
Yes, I would care to join you as well in celebration.
Mercedes. Never drive those Nazi cars. We fought a warso we wouldn't have to. Sins of the father visited on the sons to the Seventh Generation. I'll be hornswoggled by one of these gooks before I curse my family by driving one of those filthy Kraut ovens.
....mmmmmmmhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.......
You said a mouthful, friend. You got any brown sugar over in your cubicle?
....still, I'll let him buy me a bowl. It is special and all. It would be rude, don't you think?

...so the judge he looks at my lawyer and says...
Hee! There's a hand sticking out of Cubicle 502 and it looks kind of gray!
We are one, all one in the many...
...he says, Mister Watkins, that case doesn't say what you say it say so what do you have to say? And my lawyer he goes....
Hee, bring a stick of the Shah's Choice for me and my friends here. We're celebrating. I got rear ended by some guy in a Mercedes. Chop chop, Hee - we'll save you the yen pox - hahahahahahaha
....so my lawyer he just stands up and....

This old guy, musta been close to forty, says he'll buy me a bowl if I share it with him, so there we are, puffing away in 502 when I gets this strange vibe. Old relic is rubbing lotion on my naked legs, going higher and higher, so I sucked hard on that pipe....
...he says, "Well, Judge, why don't you just lock him up then, because that was my only defense and I'd hate to waste the good citizen's tax dollars trying this disgusting excuse for a human being," so ... well, like I was totally shocked by this and so was the judge I'll tell you.
I like Mercedes. Smooth ride. Drive like a truck.
Can't go wrong... So like what were your legs doing like exposed and all anyway?
You wouldn't believe it. Even after I told my doctor that I'd been rear ended by a Mercedes all he'd give me is some lousy Darvon so I went right to my lawyer's office and he referred me to a good doctor...
You're a lucky man, you are, a lucky man.
I mean I did beat the crap out of her, but it was in self defense... that judge he really let my lawyer have it.... told me to get a new one. Later that Watkins said it was a slip of the tongue, that he wasn't feeling well... well how do you think I felt