Clever (pitiful sobs ... tears tinted blue): How do you see me, Mama? I want to look. Let me out. I’m locked inside blue. I’m alone inside blue. I want to look.
Crone: … whoa, mama, you damn well better keep that caterwauling particle inside your blue bubble … eye looks and tooth tells a bad, bad, bad premonition about this …
Clever (state of matter disintegrating): I am alo-o-o-o-o-o-one!
Virgin <channels Primordial Irresponsible-Younger-Generation>: … oh, such a stick-in-the-mud, old granny! … it was fun, all that spinning and waving inside my green bubble! … you have a go; use your red! …
Crone <channels Primordial Grumpy-Elder>: … oh, such an ignoramus, you little tight-twat … wait till mommy spins right off the track … mothers are the unreliable horse in this trifecta …
Clever (nuclear meltdown temper tantrum): I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-wanna-look-I-wanna-look-I-wanna-look!
Mother <ejects eye>: … poor orphan dear … she’s traumatized … sisters, have pity … we’ll give her a peek … let her have a turn, let her take a little look … child as eye-witness …