But don’t go by me, I broke a shoelace this morning.
KNIGHT: Hello, potion seller. I am going into battle, and I want your strongest potions.
POTION SELLER: My potions are too strong for you, traveler.
KNIGHT: Potion seller, I tell you I am going into battle and I want only your strongest potions.
POTION SELLER: You can’t handle my potions. They’re too strong for you.
KNIGHT: Potion seller, listen to me. I want only your strongest potions.
POTION SELLER: My potions would kill you, traveler. You cannot handle my potions.…
…what? What the hell did I just watch.
Nothing made sense, and not in a fun experimental way. It bordered on completely incoherent. It felt like a fever dream, but not in an intentionally artistic way. It was like one of those dreams where it sorta makes sense in the moment, but when you wake up you start to question your sanity… only with Belle, it never made sense in the first place.
And so many contradictions!
It’s like there…