The Mad Hatter: ‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
Alice: Sorry, what was that?
The Mad Hatter: What was what? The Jabberwock, with eyes aflame, Jaws that bait and claws that catch, Beware the Jabberwock, my son, The frumious Bandersnatch He took his vorpal sword in hand The vorpal blade went snicker-snack He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. Its all about you, you know
Alice: I’m not slaying anything. I don’t slay, so put it out of your mind
The Mad Hatter: …Mind?