I can't tell you how pleased I am with you, Mr. Gareth.
I simply can't find the words.
But perhaps Victoria can help me in that regard.
She has such a way with them.
Yes, we are both so very pleased.
Victoria...
Even though the eye is defective.
What?
Victoria is quite right, Mr. Gareth.
I don't mean to sound ungrateful,
but this eye is completely blind.
It's a rock. It's what you asked for.
Am I here to get paid, or not?
Of course.
Victoria, are you prepared to give Mr. Gareth his...
...compensation?
Bow to the Woodsie Lord, and offer up your flesh eye,
so that his eye of stone may see, Manfool !
Bidsie then his spruces, to singer hymn an anthems
'n the Woodsie Lord binders them fleshes to stone!
Did you think those ancient phrases
were mere words manfool?
Look at me!! I am Woodsie Lord!
If you be thirsty, flesh-thing, drink of me,
if you be hungry, then feed, for I am the Honeymaker,
and The Jacksberry!
He am the leafs that feeders on the fleshed ones,
thems that calls themselves Builders, and wielded up
a hammers against Him!
Your sacrifice is not yet complete!
upon the weaks and ... Manfools!!!