The Witches
I’m here on a mission. I’ve come to remove all the dolls! These are dreamgirls, and that is precisely where they should be. You should never be able to see them in flesh and blood. I’m going to put them in back your dreams where they belong. And after I remove them, you’ll dream about them at night – you’ll remember how gorgeous they looked and have wetdreams about them.
I’m going to take them all back to where they came from – back to Witch Mountain. That’s their home – they like it there. And at night when the moon comes out, they’ll all strip naked, join hands in a circle, and do the moondance, the Witch’s Sabbat. I am going to make sure and keep them there once I have them there, and you’ll see no more dolls.
This is a Witch Hunt! The one and only original Witch Hunt, and I’m the Witchfinder General! Let me be clear. I’m not talking about the little pagans or wiccans. There aren’t many of them, and they are all nitwits. They don’t have any power at all. If they were real witches they would recognize the millions of powerful witches, the dolls, we have here in Hell.
My Favorite Sport
Now I want to describe my favorite sport. It is the sport of aristocrats, the sport royalty, the sport of kings and the sport of Gods. This is how I did my magic act and raptured billions out. What I do is a dance. Quoting the song: ‘”I got a new dance, and it goes like this'” But actually, it’s an ancient dance going back to the Stone Age shamans. This is the dance that all native medicine men do.
Let me give some names for my what I do: Rain Dancing, Rain
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