Wednesday is history. Forgotten and old. He should just let it happen. We are the future, and we don’t give a fuck about him or anyone else like him anymore. They are consigned to the dumpster. Now we have reprogrammed reality.
-Well, it’s not tobacco, and it ain’t weed.
-Synthetic toad skins.
-There’s got to be a plan.
-What’s the game plan, man?
-Hey, Mr. Wednesday? Who I met on a Wednesday?
-I don’t think you understand the concept of pissed off. It’s angry.
What is it Wednesday is up to?
Do not confuse confusion for anger.
he moral is get myself a queen.
-You goddamn right. You better get yourself a queen.
-I killed one of mine.
-Not anymore. Not in a long while has he been one of yours. You separate a head from a body, that is strike f?ck¡ng one across the bow.