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"Stuff his mouth, Todrick! I hate it when they scream."
"Because, bird, I don't want you to chirp yet. You'll sing, little bird. If you all sung when we simply dragged you to the torture chamber, what point it would had? It would be just a chamber without any torture, now would it? I- Todrick?"
"It's Your Grace, Todrick. Are those my favorite torture gloves in the detainees mouth?"
"And leave my hands to the mercy of chaves, blood, bruises and bites? What are we, barbarians? Well, don't just stand there, use the gag, good heavens-"
"Well done Todrick, now stand aside, and let the I in nvqvistion show how this Addy got the D, hng ghn ghn ghn ghnn."
"Shut up - now where were I? Now listen carefully Todrick.
Oh yes, the little secrets. All the skeletons in your closet - we can all hear them rattling, desperate to get out. But we don't let them, not yet. You see, we like keeping them in as long as possible. Why? Because we here at the torture department want to help you to flush them all out.
That you wouldn't just spill the beans and barf the yoghurt, but relieve yourself fully from the burden of secrets, to help you release your wings and soar to the heavens with angelic lightness.
We wouldn't want you to not being fully able to state out what you truly are, of not taking pride in your true identity, oh no, we want you to be free, free as a butterfly on a meadow, filled with flowers and rainbows.
It is the society that made you hide your true hide. It is not your fault. Let me help you.
Todrick? Why in the heavens are you crying about?"
"Okay, your grace."
"Wait, stuff my mout- Aren't you like interrogating me? Why do you need my mouth shut if you want me to talk? Don't touch me you creephHmh-!"
"Because, bird, I don't want you to chirp yet. You'll sing, little bird. If you all sung when we simply dragged you to the torture chamber, what point it would had? It would be just a chamber without any torture, now would it? I- Todrick?"
"Yes, your graciness?"
"It's Your Grace, Todrick. Are those my favorite torture gloves in the detainees mouth?"
"They seem to be, your graciouness. Should I take them off?"
"And leave my hands to the mercy of chaves, blood, bruises and bites? What are we, barbarians? Well, don't just stand there, use the gag, good heavens-"
"Mm- and miss Lizzy the barber is a witch, and my neighbour Anne is a witch, and my mother-in-law, and the baker, and the mayor's daughter, and amMMm!"
"Well done Todrick, now stand aside, and let the I in nvqvistion show how this Addy got the D, hng ghn ghn ghn ghnn."
"Yes your gracelleous."
"Mmh!"
"Shut up - now where were I? Now listen carefully Todrick.
Oh yes, the little secrets. All the skeletons in your closet - we can all hear them rattling, desperate to get out. But we don't let them, not yet. You see, we like keeping them in as long as possible. Why? Because we here at the torture department want to help you to flush them all out.
That you wouldn't just spill the beans and barf the yoghurt, but relieve yourself fully from the burden of secrets, to help you release your wings and soar to the heavens with angelic lightness.
We wouldn't want you to not being fully able to state out what you truly are, of not taking pride in your true identity, oh no, we want you to be free, free as a butterfly on a meadow, filled with flowers and rainbows.
It is the society that made you hide your true hide. It is not your fault. Let me help you.
Todrick? Why in the heavens are you crying about?"
"I - your grace - I love you, Abbot!"