Only the Bonely

Me: Oh my goodness, what is all this? It looks very emo.

Cursed Girl: We are…The Cursed.

Me: Oh dear. Who cursed you?

CG: I have no idea.

Me: So you’re cursed but you have no idea why or by whom?

CG: Correct. The only thing I know is I’m supposed to stand here balancing my freakishly large head on my tiny body while I offer this ostrich– who apparently used to be a king–this super-cool skull ring.

Ostrich: *Skwawk!*

CG: I said that. I told her you’re really a king.

Me: I’m sorry…you speak ostrich?

CG: Yes. All huge-headed melancholy people do.

Me: I see. You know, I can’t help but notice that so much of this stuff just looks random and silly to me. I mean, is that a castle floating in the sky? Is that spider nearly as big as your freak head?

CG: This only makes sense to…The Cursed. Your tiny, un-cursed head simply can’t comprehend the genius at work here.

Me: Genius now?

CG: Certainly. Our creator may be cruel but there’s a method to her madness.

Me: So you admit she’s cruel.

CG: Ssssssssh, she’ll hear you! Then she’ll put some other absurd thing on my head…like a birdcage or some teacups. I mean, WHO DOES THAT?

Me: I don’t know. It definitely seems like she’s making sound artistic choices to me.

Ostrich: *SQWAWK*

Me: What did he say?

CG: You don’t want to know. It was filthy.

Me: And you were going to marry this…guy?

CG: That filth is precisely what I love about him.

Me: Right then, carry on.