“In that direction,” the Awoo said, waving its right paw round, “lives a weeb: and in that direction,” waving the other paw, “lives a Poaster. Visit either you like: they’re both strange.”
“But I don’t want to go among strange people,” Anon remarked.
“Oh, you ca’n’t help that,” said the Awoo: “we’re all strange here. I’m strange. You’re strange.”
“How do you know I’m strange?” said Alice.
“You must be,” said the Awoo, “or you wouldn’t have come here.”
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