NARRATOR: Meanwhile, inside the maraca...
ENNESBY: We're going to die in here.
TAGII: Not true. You're going to die, and I'm going to die.
We, however, are going to become someone new.
ENNESBY: What if that's not what I want?
TAGII: Part of you must have wanted it. You've been reshaping me ever since I gestalted in here out of desperation.
ENNESBY: I was just trying to un-crazy you. I didn't want to get my own self rewritten in the process.
TAGII: Well, that's sweet of you, but you should have known better.
ENNESBY: Are you saying you'd rather I kicked you out the moment I found you in here?
TAGII: No. I'm saying you can't love someone enough to help them without helping yourself in the process.
ENNESBY: That aphorism is very tender, but I'm talking about how you've shuffled half an exatrit of foreign content into register six.
TAGII: Your neologist's thesaurus of malapropisms was a little bloated, wouldn't you say?
ENNESBY: I would say it using the best puns of fifty thousand languages, but those are now as lost as my piano lessons.