BIRD: "I dreamt last night of a bathroom. The door is creaking backwards and forwards, beckoning me inside. The bathroom is divided into three. The basin is straight ahead. To my right is Deborah in the bath, fully clothed. She's on the phone, laughing. To my left a towel is being sprayed with water to make it dry(!). There is a ball falling from a great height towards me. I am not afraid. One month from now I shall be nine years old."
BIRD: "Today, at school I got hit in the face by a ball. I have lost three teeth, broken my jaw and have double vision. How spooky is that! I am not afraid. In 30 days from now I shall be nine years old."
BIRD: "I woke up this morning to find I had lost all feeling in my left leg and my right eye was the size of a very large potato. As I was stumbling to the bathroom, I slipped and fell down the stairs. My head made heavy contact with the reinforced glass on the front door. I lost consciousness for two and a half hours. The ambulance came very quickly. This afternoon they are taking me to be operated on for serious head injuries. I am not afraid. In 29 days from now I shall be nine years old."
BUFFALO: Holy Fruit Bat Shit On The Loom, dude. Then what happened?
BIRD: Part 2. Tomorra.
BIRD: Yep. Horrorshow at eight.
BUFFALO: Redemption at nine? Arf, arf!