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"yeah-yeah!"
"huh?" Tangle said arousing from her peaceful slumber. "Ouh... ye-heah!"
"What?" Tangle questioned still light headed.
"Gimme fuel, gimme fire!"
"Whisper wake up."
"Master of puppets, I’m pulling your strings!"
"Wake up!" She screeched.
Whisper jolted up. "Ah, what is it she asked?"
"You’re saying weird things in your sleep." Tangle replied.
"Oh, James Hetfield just takes over my body when I’m asleep." She told Tangle before rolling over and going back to sleep.
"Sleep with one eye open, gripping your pillow tight! Exit light, enter night! Take my hand, we’re off to never-never land! Something’s wrong, shut the light, heavy thoughts tonight, and they aren’t of Snow White! Dreams of war, dreams of liars, dreams of dragons’ fire, and of things that will bite, yeah!"