Fly, fly little butterfly. Fly away until I squish you.

tee hee tee hee

amycus likes hearing little girls scream

ahhhhhhhhhhh! ahhhhhhhhhh!

that's how they

scrreeeeam

hee hee hee hee

he giggles in

the quiet...

look alecto

it's a butterfly

he didn't use to scream as much

at night he used to try to sleep

but now theres no

noiiiise

there's no little girls to

srrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeam

he rocks back and forth and back and forth andbackandforth

and wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee

there's no turning back

wheeee

there's no sound

so he

screeeeeeeeeeams

so that he can hear the

sound

of his voice

and he can hear

the noise

ha ha

hee hee

hee hee

he throws his plate against the wall

and oooh noise

oooh the metal is

screeeeaming

but its not like little girls

oh no one screams like them

nobody screams like little girls

he

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!

wants their noise, their noise!

he throws himself against the wall

and ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

SCREAMS

(his mind had broken, snapped like a twig... no one had been able to put it back together again)

AHHHHHH!