Mr. Dewey:
Welcome to the library, young man. Don't tell me. You're here for a special book.
Richard Tyler:
Mister...
Mr. Dewey:
Stop stop stop. Allow me to guess. I have a talent for guessing what people need. You're in need of a fantasy! Brave knights, mythical fairies, ferocious dragons!
Richard Tyler:
Look, all I want is...
Mr. Dewey:
Adventure! Of course! You're a boy who loves adventure, brimming with wicked demons, cutthroat pirates.
Richard Tyler:
No, no, that's not it.
Mr. Dewey:
Horror! Oh, horror! Evil demons, wicked monsters, haunted houses, graveyards. Yes, it's horror for you, boy. I'm sure of it. Your library card, please.
Richard Tyler:
I don't have one.
Mr. Dewey:
[pulls out a brand new one]
You do now. Sign here.
[Richard signs it]
Mr. Dewey:
Richard Tyler, consider this your passport to the wonderful and quite unpredictable world of books.
Richard Tyler:
But I don't want any books.
Mr. Dewey:
Hmm?
Richard Tyler:
That's what I've been trying to tell you. I only came in here 'cause of the storm.
Mr. Dewey:
You mean you don't need...?
[Richard shakes his head]
Mr. Dewey:
[disappointed]
Oh, I see.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:32