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00:53:54
Ricky Whittle, Emily Browning, Crispin Glover
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...the gutters will run black with ichorous spume,
our foreteller of destiny.
to get by on what little smidgen
You are persona non grata in the rabbit community. I think you know why.
♪ Racists, fascists, nihilist and bigots ♪
into bespoke haberdashery
-[screaming] -♪ All you believers, pretender, bona fide sinner ♪
you give the fuckin' leprechaun his coin back,
were built by some skinny white motherfucker named Frank Lloyd Wright.
inevitable in retrospect. Shall we?
♪ Racists, fascist, nihilists and bigots ♪
Pure unmitigated jealousy.
...the gutter will run black with ichorous spume,
You are persona non grata in the rabbit community. I think you know why.
I showed them to the carousel, as you requested.
I can't sell war without my best salesman.
Oh, remember the mermaid of Weeki Wachee, Sweeney?
Or is that Wednesday's bullshit I smell?
Our true believer passed away, or stopped believing.
lie down, and rot.
But your posture's for shit.
Roadside attractions!
♪ Share the devotion I once knew ♪
it behoove us to consult the Norns,
-Can't ride without a coin. -Oh, feck off. Give us a coin now.
I could be blindfold and dropped into the ocean
♪ He lurk out in the darkness
on account of you mow over bunnies with your car
You know, you have got some pretty whack-out theories.
people still heed the call of the transcendent void,
since the Portuguese invade the Gold Coast of Ghana!
And then they wander around feeling satisfied on a level
Gazed upon by the faithful.
as they beg for my approval, my favor.
But gradually, they abandon us for a better deal.
Now, you owe.
Whoever did this, I curse.
You remind me of him.
I once sacrifice myself for knowledge.
Or is that Wednesday's bullshit I smell?
The wit and wisdom of Queen Bilquis defeat King Solomon.
-Laura, get down! -♪ This nation you defend ♪
♪ We pray ♪
I-I hung on the great tree, Yggdrasil,
in some part of the country that bats have traditionally decline to visit.
rough around on the block until what...
and profoundly dissatisfied on a level beneath that.
Will you join me backstage?
I wasn't formally invited.
But gradually, they abandoned us for a better deal.
A good time, wherever I go.
Oh, it's perfectly simple, my dear. Jealousy.
of somewhere they've never visited,
Apparently, the houses in this area
You don't have to be roadkill forever.
that they cannot truly describe,
[Announcer] Oh, it is indeed a beautiful Easter Sunday here in the
-How many? -A dozen, perhaps. No more.
'Cause sometimes,
This is... so fucking weird.
and if you think otherwise, you are fooling yourselves.
Like a prayer wheel going round and round, accumulating power.
Being called late than a motherfucker
Actually, you haven't even seen like the tiniest-
Believe me, these New Gods are not going anywhere soon.
Then you are not looking hard enough, Mama-ji.
[Man] Shadow, We're gonna be releasing you later this afternoon.
Still 15 on the inside though, ain't you, boy?
[Man] Sixty years ago,
Pure unmitigated jealousy.
of every decrepit church, temple,
of, of that unwavering faith and belief
Biggest, badass demon killer this side of Ranchipoor.
and eradicate his paternal stain from the geriatric tomes
♪ And I cast a lonesome shadow
The curious and the puzzled,
into bespoke haberdashery
and eradicate his paternal stain from the geriatric tomes
and profoundly dissatisfied on a level beneath that.
Oh, like all fortunes, Shadow: opaque on arrival,
Forget your foolish war!
I am a Jinn. You are a mortal man.
were built by some skinny white motherfucker named Frank Lloyd Wright.
So, he did what any sensible American male
inevitable in retrospect. Shall we?
A keen nose, Mr. Fancypants.
And I'm grateful that you are here.
long, lean lines.
and eternal darkness in your soul.
The curious and the puzzled,
Nothing theoretical about it, you should know that by now.
This is... so fucking weird.