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- “I know everything. I’m the Devil”

You should’ve got a better bed Better for your head Better heads need shut eye You should’ve got a better bed Better for your head Better heads need shut eye You should’ve got out of the red In the red you’re better off dead Deader than the red dead sea Promise it to me Promise me the sea You should’ve got a better bed Better for your head Better heads need shut eye You should’ve got out of the red In the red you’re better off dead Deader than the red dead sea Promise it to me Promise me the sea People all the people with big bellies banging bigger drums They beat down on you they beat the pulse into your shoes Shoes that are made for walking you to lands and other seas See those seas oh see those seas that you’ve seen on the big screen You should’ve got a better bed Better for your head Better heads need shut eye You should’ve got out of the red In the red you’re better off dead Deader than the red dead sea Promise it to me Promise me the sea Sad hellos and mad high lows Now I know not nobody knows Sad hellos and mad high lows Now I know not nobody knows Where do we go? Oh where do we go? People all the people with big bellies banging bigger drums They beat down on you they beat the pulse into your shoes Shoes that are made for walking you to lands and other seas See those seas oh see those seas that you’ve seen on the big screen People all the people with big bellies banging bigger drums They beat down on you they beat the pulse into your shoes Shoes that are made for walking you to lands and other seas See those seas oh see those seas that you’ve seen on the big screen

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You think those babies taste like krakens?

"There’s a Ramsay. And Ram. Ramee. Rama. Ramon…” Counts them in his head. “Rambert. Ramel…” 

“All I hear is; chop them into halfs, cook them well and serve me all those baby krakens”

"You can’t. I love them."

"Would you like some mustard with it?"

"I AM NOT GOING TO E A T MY CHILDREN.” 

" ……so eating them instead seems like a better option to me."

"Besides, I think I am their mother?? Honestly, I’m not even sure anymore." 

" You are not a mother. You are Reek ."

  .  .  .

You think those babies taste like krakens?

"There’s a Ramsay. And Ram. Ramee. Rama. Ramon…” Counts them in his head. “Rambert. Ramel…” 

“All I hear is; chop them into halfs, cook them well and serve me all those baby krakens”

"You can’t. I love them."

"Would you like some mustard with it?"

"I AM NOT GOING TO E A T MY CHILDREN.” 

" ......so eating them instead seems like a better option to me."

"Release the kraken!"