God! Are you still following me?
“You seem to be in quite a hurry for someone who’s dead.”
"No more of them. Please. They are quite rude.”
"You are only alive in my dimension.”
"Before you do, I have something for you. Here, Ms. Taurus. You dropped your key by my sign. See? Here you go. You may have it back.” Yes. Take your key, young Lady. And pretend that you are alive. You have a few screws loose in that pretty head of yours. 1021 trillionth of a trillionth fractals, and I have to condense near this loon!