[voice]

[drainy_brainy]

It's warm here, at any rate. Mustn't climb, though, it's dangerous that way. I haven't seen any, but -- No, but they must be here! Or up there, anyhow. It smells all wrong, and I can't smell much. Not since I died.

And it's cold out, enough to shatter bones.

Wasp under glass, slide the paper under, you'll be lost in the gutter, little one.

But what's there to do?