Talk:Mad Hatter/@comment-26219553-20150425113148/@comment-24.202.19.242-20150518030749

I take out the gasmask I had in my backpack and put it on. Then, after making sure I wasn't going insane from the corrupted air this tea was spreading, I bow down to the lady, stating: "I am sorry miss, but as I am not accustomed to the insanity of this land I have been brought in by the ill-will of someone, I'm afraid I must decline the consumption of your brewage since it will corrupt me."

As I lift my head, I see that she looks gloomy, perhaps sad that someone with an elaborate speaking would refuse any contact, eradicating all chances of having a mate. I then continue: However, seeing as you seem somewhat lonely, I shall bring you another denizen of your strange world that could perhaps suit your needs."

Immediately after saying that, pink cracks start appearing on my body, shattering my persona into a mirror, with another figure soon materializing and pounding the mirror with it's fists only to fall into this world.

I reappear from my ethereal refuge behind a tree and watch as they converse.