Frank Affeldts Unicorn Worm 28

Too proud art thou to kill these sweet-tooths. But take care lest it be thy fate to suffer all their poisonous injustice! They buzz around thee also with their praise: obtrusiveness is their praise. They want to be close to thy skin and thy blood. They flatter thee, as one flattereth a God or devil; they whimper before thee, as before a God or devil; What doth it come to! Flatterers are they, and whimperers, and nothing more.
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	Worm can hold his alcohol. He is not afraid of Failure anymore.
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Worm: "He's crawling around like an insect. Good heavens!" Moon: "What are you looking for down there? A friend?" Forgetfullness: "Yeah, my speech really knocked someone off their feet!"