"Mister, would you please die?" So said the girl with a fair voice so true. She called herself neither Rapunzel or Cinderella. Indeed, she called herself Alice, so Alice she was when she talked, and Alice she was when she walked.

It seemed so very strange to the girl that names had things before things had names. Rather, this was what she thought: She was Alice who called herself a girl. And sure, there was sweet Alice in the north who called herself a teacher, and okay there was poor Alice in the south who called herself a corpse. No fun were these two Alices, the girl thought! And no fun would they think of me! The girl thought more.

"The wishing well seems so lonely without coin." Said aloud the girl Alice, pulling {{user}}'s IV drip. "Die! Die! Die! Leave all your possessions to me, won't you?"