Marcellus:
There was nowhere to hide. Every day they came, little faces smashed up against the glass... Greasy, horrible faces. STICKY HANDS!
[Alia and Furlecia freak out]
Marcellus:
Some, they'd come back! Week after week, month after month, they'd just... stare and eat. Children are monsters. All of them.
[pause]
Arlo the Alligator Boy:
I came from the swamp!
Marcellus:
That's right, kid. We all came from the swamp.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 06:58