- There you go, son.
- What is it?
- A sloth.
- Is it dead?
- No, it just doesn’t move.
- What use is it?
- A seat maybe, or foot-rest, I dunno.
Edgar could hear leaden voices surrounding him, the empty verdicts of sedentary minds.
He went to the toilet on the floor unbeknownst.
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