Hey, I'm Kino. Let me check my schedule. 4 o'clock. Wallow and self-pity. 4.30. You stare into the abyss. 5 o'clock. Saul, world under. Tell no one. 5.30. Jazz or size. 6.30. Dinner with me. I can't cancel that again. 7 o'clock. Ressel with myself. Rolling. I'm booked. Snatcher, I want you to play the role of my dad. I don't want to be your father. That's perfect. You're the familiar ones. Listen, I get why Yarp's set. Hadi has a hard time keeping her mouth shut. And some stories are best left untold. But my sister's also an excellent judge of character, so there's no use pretending. I know you may keep up the tough guy act to help you run the forest, or maybe there's some deep-rooted self-boat thing. Either way, we're not people you need to push away. How old are you? Am I punnit or yours? There's a difference. You must lay the black sole candle at exactly three o'clock, and maybe the spirit will leave. Oh, can't help in my house. He must be picked. How do you do, fellow kids? Gucci, knit, band. My head! That wasn't very cash money, kiddo. And are you? As the kids say. Please just kill me. Hey kid, guess who's got two thumbs and does? Not... want to murder you. Not you? Who are you? Are you a boy or girl? I'm dead. I don't need friends. I have knives. I'm out of knives.