Quoted By:
[Le Soleil]
Ma choupette, why are you ‘ere all cooped up in diz stuffy room? Za day ez so beautiful, don’t you want to go outzide ahn play?
>I’d rather read
Ahn who are we reading, ma chérie?
>Chandler
Anozzier meestorie ez eet? Laisse-mon deviner; le sommelier done za dirdy deed.
>It’s never the butler. And besides, there are no butlers in Chandler
No butlers? Such a shame. Are you sure you don’t want to play outzide for a beet? Le soleil feelz so good today.
>No. I hate the sun.
Hate za sun?! Choupette, ‘ow could you?
>How could I not? It’s too bright, it burns my skin, and it attracts the dullest sort of people
But zese dull people, zey look to be ‘aving fun, no?
>I don’t want fun. I want danger. I want monsters
Ah ma chérie, eef eetz monsters you want zen een za embrace of le soleil eez where you want to be.
Monsters, REAL monsters, zey don’t skulk about in za shadows or prowl za countryside under za pale light of la lune.
No, REAL monsters bask een za warm rays of za sun.
Zats wot makes zem monsters.