YOU:

Oh right, that book...I had the weirdest urge to buy it. Chatter in my head. The store guy said he couldn't read it without blacking out, for some reason? He kept it chained up.

MAGGIE:

Simple latch, ain't even locked...but yeah, the ole ganglia are buzzin' somethin fierce. This thing ain't from around here, that's for sure.

YOU:

But you can read it?

MAGGIE:

Alone? Probably bust me wide open. I can filter the concept for ya if we take it simultaneous-like, but we're both gonna need a good nap to cool off.

And...

YOU:

...And?

MAGGIE:

...Well...from a cursorarial-type glance, I think ya mighta got bamboozled.

This...reads like somethin just 'fer lil'uns.

YOU:

..."lil'uns?"

MAGGIE:

It's a book for whippersnaps. I dunno whose, or rather what's whippersnaps, but it ain't 'zactly an Autobiogromaphy.

YOU:

Every other time I doubt those little voices, I end up regretting it. Kiddie book or not, they must have known it was important, right? They obviously wouldn't make me buy a weird, alien baby book because it has a neat cover or something. Let's do it.