Your dress is three sizes too big to accommodate your ever growing earth planet body, superior child.
"No, I have told you we are not here to play. Playing is for regular children. You must gather the forces from within yourself and find some restraint. Only then will you be ready for your next mission."
"Your earth mother cannot help you now. It is too late, child. We must prepare you for the coming solstice. It is urgent that we continue your isolation process. There must be no contact with non-Scientologists , or you will be invalidated."
"We must gather your earth form now and leave this terrible place. It is time for your corn syrup."
"If you speak of this place again, I'm afraid I will be forced to remove your communication chip. Consider yourself warned, small being."
