Drinking With a Dead Guy

[Doktor Howl]

I want to be a Nigel when I grow up.

Well, you need to start on your cocoon now, then.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Mr. Language would be a hell of a lot better off if he recognized his situation and got to guarding the Crossroads. In this world he's like a colorized black-and-white film being projected onto a gossamer curtain. Imagine, never being able to taste anything... it's got to be a horrible death.

I've seen those films from the VERY BEGINNING of moving pictures.  They guy doing backflips, the guy running.  That's him.

A little flickery, trying very hard to appear solid.

Curiously, I am fairly certain he's never met NLDM, which makes his attempt to be remembered slightly horrifying in that "all living people look alike to you, don't they?" way.

Apparently, their paths crossed once, or so Mr Language insisted.  After a moment or so, NLDM agreed that they had.

Well, if enough people agree that they've met him, that makes him feel real.

Both of these statements made my bones a little cold.