— For whom do you wait?

— Huh?

— I ask you — yes, you. Who told you that you could be here?

— What do you mean, man?

— About what am I speaking? Who are you?

— And you? I'm just waiting.

— Again, for whom?

— For no one.

— That is not an answer. I shall rephrase the question. For whom do you seek?

— I need to talk to someone.

—To whom?

— Er.. to you. We need to talk.

— It's "to you, sir". I'll let it pass. Why did you not begin with that?

— I'm just slow.

— At what are you slow, son? Never mind. Do not bother answering. That is the question I ought to save for the end.

— The end? This is worse than I thought .You're not even real, are you?

— Indeed, and that is what doth frighten thee.

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