Don’t look, I’m not yet finished. What, do you want me with no legs and only stumps for arms? Makes no difference to me, understand, the stream of life is always passing. I’ll pass right over you regardless. If you like, pull me, make my wheels turn, and if you touch me you might get close enough to look me in the eye. And then! And then! Then I will deliver you from all your sins. Or throw yourself under my wheels and then see what I can do for you. Lifetimes worth of absolution. I can’t always save you understand, you’ll have to meet me at least halfway with presence of body and absence of mind. Stop that! That’s my bucket of porter what the hell are you doing? Good God now it’s all pig sticky! Have you no pride? Come closer and I’ll trample it for you.