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I HAD A BLUE TIARA ONCE. IT MADE ME SEE THINGS,
THINGS THAT WEREN'T THERE. NAMES AND PRICES, GRAPHS AND ICONS.



I THINK I COULD SOMEHOW READ THEM BACK THEN AND FOLLOW THEIR INSTRUCTIONS, BUT NOW THEY SEEM LIKE UNWASHED LIES.


AND MOST UNWASHED LIES THEY WERE INDEED, FOR CAPTAIN HAS TOLD ME SO.

ONE DAY, AN EVIL PINEAPPLE BROKE MY TIARA.



I STILL CARRY A PIECE OF THE BROKEN TIARA IN MY POCKET,
AS A REMINDER.



IT CRACKLES WITH A VOICE OF METAL, SHARING TALES OF A DISTANT SKY-PALACE.



IT WANTS ME TO VISIT THIS PLACE OF WONDERS,
BUT I KNOW BETTER...

FOR EVEN THOUGH MY TIARA WOULD PROVIDE ME A TICKET,
IT IS A ONE WAY TRIP WITHOUT A RETURN POLICY.

SNIPPY, WHY WON'T YOU JUST BELIEVE?

"Okay, okay. I believe," SNIPPY CRAPES. "Let me go now!"

BUT MY RIGHT EYE TELLS ME SNIPPY STILL
NOT TRULY BELIEVES WITH HIS HEART OF HEARTS.



HIS LIES ARE LIKE MOIST PANCAKES TO MY REFINED SENSES.



...WHAT WILL IT TAKE TO CONVERT THIS MOP HONESTLY TO OUR LADY AND SAVIOR, ZEE CAPTEIN?