6 sheets to the wind yall

Starters sourced from Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman Chapter One: Sleep of The Just. Feel free to change gendered pronouns/titles as appropriate.

“We can hold the ceremony at the next full moon.”

“It’s midnight. It’s time.”

“I think– at the end of the day– this will have been a very profitable evening’s work.”

“If you’re lucky they’ll only hang you.”

“You’ll ruin no more lives.”

“But what if the police found out? It’s kidnapping!”

“Sorry– it was all my father’s fault. Look me up the next time you’re incarcerated on the physical plane!”

“I’ve seen stuff you’d never believe. Things that still scare me. Nightmare things.”

“Why won’t you talk to me? You could tell us so much.”

“I could… uh… torture you, you know. I could. Don’t think that I couldn’t.”

“You’re nothing special, you know that? You’re nothing at all.”

“They won’t think it’s our fault, will they?”

“I left a monarch. Yet I return naked, alone… hungry.”

“You had no thought for the harm you must have brought to your world.”

“Lord, what fools these mortals be.”

“Well? Have you no excuse? No explanation? Some reason I should not take reprisal?”

“You’ll never know how lucky you were.”

“Where are my tools?”

“Keep away from me!”

“You’ve had a bad dream, that’s all.”

“How long has he been like this?”

Or maybe sooner rather than later.

    “  Red ! Are you still up ?  “