Plowing and sowing the world of sleep
It was hard work, but he was a farmer to his soul
Little furrows stretched to the horizon containing the roots of fertile dreams and scream-inducing nightmares
Lying there, waiting to be harvested
Once he was ready and picked them, Morbius would pay him handsomely for this crop
Wait till the slumbering humans were served these delectables!
There are times when a boy and a girl love each other.
Hey Dad, you don’t need to go there.
Every dad has to. It’s an oath we give at the hospital before taking you home.
They were lying to you, Dad. I’m all set.
And how would you know you are all set?
Look, do you want me to tell you what I know?
Kill me now!