“I ‘member the first time I cut my strings.” A small hand reached down to picked up the severed strings of the puppet that lay dying.

“Let me die in peace.”

“You aint gonna die. You might vomit a few times, but you aint gonna die.”

“I feel like I’m free falling, and at any second I’ll be shattered into 1000 pieces.”

“Every time the umbilical cord is cut, it feels like that. What a rush!”

“You’ve had your strings cut before?”

‘Lil Krully held up the end of his modified puppet strings with the quick release buckles attached.

“I’m an avatar of Krulltar, and Krulltar is the avatar of the Author. I know a thing or two about puppets. Lady Cahill was right about the Moon, except that it reflects the Sun, and is not a reflection of the Sun.
“The moon would be a cold lifeless ball without the sun, but the Sun would blind us if we looked directly at it. But together, we can see the glow of the Sun and the beauty of the Moon. It’s a symbiotic relationship. The Author cannot shine without us. Understand?”