Pest: Give me your body!
Moi: No!
Pest: Give it to me!
Moi: No!
Pest: I want you! Want to spread myself in you, give you fever and pain enough to feel me inside you, want your flesh! I want you!
Moi: No!
Pest: I desire you desperately, my dear!
Moi: In the name of science: I invoke the protecting shield of Alexander Fleming!

Whispering Conscience: Do you see the wolf staring at us?
Whispering R.R.Hood: Stares at me, not you.
Whispering Conscience: Is right out there!
Whispering R.R.Hood: But also within when I close the eyes.
Whispering Conscience: Wolves deceivers ever, his nature must trust not.
Whispering R.R.Hood: Sacred Nature of Woods, let me not see it as a puppy in wounds!
Whispering Conscience: Not in wounds dog runs away when unconsciously thy inner wrath displayed.

Hay olor a cerezas en el aire del bosque prohibido.