[ MOMO ]
[ click, click, thud. ] Ah, ma belle peche, it's been so long. How are you? Adjusting to this cage of golden bars and barbed wire? Hmm?
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I am the black child of a white father;
A wingless bird, flying even to the clouds of heaven.
I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me,
and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air.
Try not to think too hard on it, we wouldn't want you hurting yourselves would we? [ he breaks out into laughter briefly before continues whatever he is doing, shuffles and thuds the only clues. ]